Who Was She?
Chap 1
A/n: The long awaited sequel to both 'I Don't Know' and 'Death Is Upon Me' is finally here!!!!!! And guess what, "Holidays are over people, way over!", much to my dismay!!!! Tonight I should have been at a Games Night at my fav riding school, Lunderton, but NO I had to go to my sister's presentation!!!!! At least I had fun!!!!!
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It's my fifteenth birthday, and yet no-one is happy. It's April Fools Day, and yet everyone in my house is down. This is because fifteen years ago. People won't tell me how or why, but I know she was alive for a while after I was born. All they told me is she's dead. From what I've managed to gather on my own she was only eighteen, but that's all, apart from her name, Dana Cruz. They wrap me in bubble wrap these people I'm surrounded by. The only thing I have so far from her is my half heart locket. According to Tasha my my nineteen year old sister. She also has a half heart locket as well as Logan, Mom's former and last boyfriend. He's a TV/movie producer/director. He's married with two kids of his own. Brianna, his five year old, and Ali, his three year old. He married one of his old school friends, Lola. She's an actress and only married him for publicity, although they pretend to be in love in front of their kids, but drop the act in front of Tasha and me. Logan thinks it's his only chance at a family, but it's a loveless relationship.
Xx
I have pictures of Mom. Brown hair, hazel eyes, slim frame, like me her old school friends say. Zoey took it almost as bad as Logan. Apparently they weren't on speaking conditions until nine months before she died, but she still thinks about her. She comes and sees me once a month and takes me, Tasha and Logan to her grave.
"Charlie," she goes, "One day you'll understand more about Dana than I ever did."
I don't quite know what she means by that, but I hope I will. I doubt me looking like Mom helps to comfort Logan.
Xx
I found old diaries when I was six, but Logan took them away. He's not in charge of me. He can barely keep his own kids under control. Tasha more than happily babysits, but me, I'd rather go down the park and get beat up. Tasha used to go to PCA, she's at uni now, I transferred schools as soon as she finished. I don't fit in anywhere! I'm an outsider. I get beat up and I cover the bruises in makeup. When Logan starts to get suspicious I throw him off with witty remarks.
Xx
I see my dad at the weekends. I would live with him, but he has a new apartment with him, and a new girlfriend every week. He tells me stuff about Mom, He tells me that he loved her, but she never loved him. They had a two year relationship then he cheated on her with a girl named Andrea and that was the end of that.
Xx
When I finally make myself leave my room, I go down the stairs to see Logan sitting with his back facing me.
"Morning Charlie." he chokes.
"Hey, Logan." I drone.
Tasha comes through from the kitchen. Lola keeps threatening to chuck her out, but Logan knows nothing of this. If he knew it would blow his mind. Fact is he met Tasha when she four and they just connected. Me, I keep pushing him away. He's not my dad, and all he does is look after me. That sounds selfish well maybe I am. I don't like this house or family I've been lumbered with.
"Hey, Birthday Girl!" Tasha smiles.
Logan shudders at the mention of my birthday.
"Here's your present!" Tasha chirps ignoring him.
She hands me a red parcel tied with a red bow.
"Thanks." I mutter.
"Here, Charlie. I looked 'em out especially, just watch the last few pages in the red one. They're more from her than me, though." Logan whispers.
He gives me a red chest with gold stars splattered all over. It's really heavy, so
I place it on the ground. I open Tasha's first, knowing it wouldn't be anything special. It's a red makeup bag.
"Thanks, Tasha." I force a smile onto my face.
I kneel down in front of the chest and open the lid carefully. On the inside of the lid is a message. 'To Charlie, happy 15th birthday, luv Dana xx' it reads. Inside are neatly bound notebooks. Mom's diaries in chronological order. I pick up the oldest. It's from her first year at PCA. I put it back gently and do something I haven't done since I was nine. I hug Logan, I hug him tight. Lola comes down the stairs and gazes at the rare sight. Logan hugs me back. He's happy I'm grateful, but sad about Mom. I take back the first diary and sit on the couch. The green leather runs smoothly under my fingers. I open the first page carefully, so I don't tare it. There are teardrops on the page. Dried in, but yellow stains. This is how the first entry goes:
Dear fuckin' diary,
I don't believe I have to be at this school. It's awful. I made a scene just so I could have bottom bunk, I can't help it that I'm used to sleeping under my bed rather than on it. I needed to, for Dad. My dorm mates are freaks. There's Zoey, who has a perfect life and Nicole who is a total bimbo.
Xx
Zoey is really pissed because she can't join the basketball team. She's the only one on her pathetic team of girl's that can actually play that she put together to beat the boys.
Xx
Oh, the boys! Logan Reese, the rich TV and movie producer's son is incredibly cute, but arrogant, self-centred, self-absorbed, self-obsessed, stubborn and selfish. I hate him, and he hates me. He's head of the boys. Then there's Zoey's new best friend Chase and his best fried Michael. They're okay, I suppose. Chase has the bushiest hair I have ever seen, it's awful. Just as awful as Craig's ugly smirk.
x Dana x
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I need to know more about her. I need to know where Tasha came along. When she fell in love with Logan. Where my dad comes in. When she found out she was pregnant again. What ran through her head in those months before she died. These diaries will give me that information, I hope. I want to carry on reading, but it's time I got to Dad's. I jump in Logan's car as he grabs his keys.
"I really like them, Logan." I smile genuinely as he joins me.
"I told you there from Dana." Logan complains.
"And you could have kept them, you could have forgotten, but you remembered. You remembered after fifteen years."
xx
A/n: Thank you!!!!! Tohru!!!!!! This is for you as promised!!!!
