Under My Skin
By: punkprincess96
They thought she left PCA. They thought she was in an exchanged student program. They thought she moved. They thought she was sick. They thought she needed to leave PCA for an emergency. They thought they had nothing to do with it. They thought she'd never come back.
They were wrong.
She's never even left PCA. She was never in an exchanged student program. She wasn't in France. She didn't move. She wasn't sick. She didn't leave for an emergency. They were the reason she moved. They were wrong. She was always there. She never left. Never even walked out the door of their hearts.
It's impossible to explain everything from no P.O.V. She left because she thought it was only right. She felt a rush of emotions. She felt lost. She felt gone. She wasn't gone. Because she'd never left. Everyone said she left. Everyone except one. It's all to complicated to start all over again. She couldn't admit she was scared. Scared to come back. So she never left. She wanted to go back to them... but they replaced her. Just like that. She cried. She cut herself. Now she's back. But she never left. How would you know? I just do. I don't understand this story...
If she never left, why didn't they know she was still there? Wouldn't they see her on campus everyday? Because she straightened her hair, then died it black, wore she more make-up, acted nice, dressed opposite of her style, and moved rooms. I get it, except... I still don't understand the story. You'll get it later on. Okay.
This story plot is copyrighted by Lily... I own the story plot, not the actual show... this is FANFICTION . NET. Dana's POV.
I never left their hearts. Yeah, yeah, right. Yes, I didn't leave. I never wanted to leave PCA. I left for a couple days. The next day... they replaced me. If I never left, why didn't I hang out with them? Because I didn't like the new drama queen of a best friend they made. All eight of us were best friends. We were supposed to be... forever. We were supposed to be. Sure they acted like they'd miss me. They never even called. None of them. Except one. Mr. Logan Reese. If I ever mention that name to any of my new "best friends"... they'd think so poorly of me. Bad days to good, I'd write differently in class. My writing became really neat, oh the irony. Except when I wrote letters to Logan, I'd never written in my real writing for such a long time. Each week, I write one letter to Logan. I'd sneak over to the boy's dorm, and slipped the letter under his door. Speaking of ex best friends... I've seen Nicole and Zoey around. They've seen me. They looked suspicious the first minute. They didn't care the next. And I didn't care if they cared. I look different now. I have long, straight, black hair. I have a light shade of brown eyes, and I peirced my nose. I dressed exactly like everone else on campus, so how would they recognise me? I still recognise them, and all my older friends. They are still the same. Zoey's still a really nice girl, Nicole's still head over heels for every single guy on earth, Chase's still in love with Zoey and also still shy, Michael is still in love with potato chips, Quinn still loves scaring people with her freakish Quinnventions, Logan is still in love with himself, and Dustin is still a nice little kid who is babied by his older sister. While I'm completely different. I sometimes wonder what happened, but then decide that maybe one day I will tell them who I am under my skin