So this is the beginning of Remember Me? If you haven't read 'Everything Changed' go and read it...also you can read the one-shots if you like :) The one-shot you need to read is 'Consequences' - its the prologue to this story!

Anyway, enjoy!

Warning: Minor language!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fallen series or the characters; Daniel, Luce, Cam, Arianne, Molly, Gabbe, Roland, Lucifer or the Throne.

I own Christina, Sam and Dean and Melaina is based on a friend of mine!

Christina

September 3rd 2013

Toronto, Canada

The sound of an alarm clock; I hate the sound. It's the sound telling me I need to start High School...again. This is the 4th one I'm going to and it's not fair.

The reason for that was because I was bullied – a lot. People always thought I was different. You see, I have scars; two vertical slits on my back, just above my shoulder blades. People thought I was sick in the head and did it myself. I was afraid to go in the locker rooms and change for PE because people would see me in my bra, and when I would turn around all I would hear were whispers and mutters. 'Do you think she did it?' 'Is she sick?' 'What a freak'. All horrible.

I don't know how many times I've cried myself to sleep every night, just hearing those words. My Mom, Julie, says that this school will be different. She says they don't tolerate bullying and if someone does the slightest bit of bullying then they are out. Yeah, well that's what the last school said. And look who left. Me.

My Dad always said, 'If someone tries to bring you down, it only means you are above them. Don't let them walk all over you.' I used to believe that, but ever since my Dad died, I've found it hard to believe anything. His words would always ring in my head when I need them, but it's like there's this wall that won't let me listen to anything my father has ever said.

He was in a car accident. One night he was working late at the office going through files. We had dinner without him, so Mom put his dinner in the microwave. Police came by the door just before midnight, Mom answered and they told her that Dad was hit by a drunken driver an hour earlier. The dinner in the microwave was there for a week until my Aunt, Silvia, moved it. Neither I nor my Mom could touch it.

My Mom was never the same after that. She became too protective over me, and the only way to get away from things was to move. Hence why I'm starting a new school and living in a new house.

The alarm clock read 6:30am and I groaned. I didn't want to go to school. I didn't want to get in the shower, get dressed, have breakfast, brush my teeth, walk to school and go through the endless cycle of boring classes.

"Christina, get up! You'll be late for your first day at this rate!" my Mom called from downstairs. I groaned even louder so she could hear me. "Don't give me that tone young lady, you get up and get dressed or I'll drag you out to the car as you are!"

I giggled at the thought, and then cringed at the idea of turning up to school in my PJ's. Now, if you've seen my PJ's, then you'll know what I'm talking about. It's just a huge, dark red t-shirt with a white tiger on it, with the word 'CALIFORNIA' above it. The t-shirt just went passed by ass, but it belonged to my Dad. I have a bunch of my Dad's old t-shirts and jumpers that I love to wear around the house and to bed. No matter how many washes they go through, the scent of my Dad is always there.

I dressed myself in a pair of black skinny jeans, black boots, dark blue t-shirt and a black leather jacket. I fixed my face with some eyeliner and mascara and I ran my fingers through my long brown hair to make it look like loose curls down to the small of my back. My blue eyes seemed to POP because of the eyeliner.

"Christina, hurry up!" yelled my Mom. I smiled.

"Coming!" I screamed back. Giving myself another once over in the mirror, I began to walk to the door. My father's picture was hanging on the wall beside the door. "Hopefully this one will be better, Dad," I said to the picture. My Dad's face smiled back at me. "I miss you, Daddy." I headed out the door.

My Mom pulled up by the school, Blackwell High, and I looked at it. It was a brand new school and very modern. It was a building made of white brick with loads of windows. Huge big steps were leading up to the many doors at the front. There was a huge lawn at the front of it, filled with students; some were sitting in circles together, some were standing up, off to the side I saw that one student was standing against the wall surrounded by other students. They seemed to be intimidating him and he looked quite scared. I narrowed my eyes at the kid and felt sorry for him. I shook my head.

"What are you shaking your head about?" Mom asked. When I didn't say anything, she continued, "Look, honey, I know that we've been to a lot of schools and I know that you've had a lot of trouble with the last three, but this school is different."

"Yeah, Mom. That's what the last one said. And the one before that, and the one before that," I replied, looking out the window. The kid by the wall was gone and so were the others surrounding him. A flash of white. What the-?

"Are you listening to me?" It turned out my mother had been talking to me when I was looking back at the school.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked, but she knew I didn't care. She had given me the speech loads of times.

"Forget it, just have a good day at school," Mom said. I got out of the car and slung my bag over my shoulder and watched as my mother drove away. I was left alone.

The walk to the door was...let say; cautious. A guy with a skateboard dressed in jeans hanging way past his butt and a snapback flung past me in the air and almost hit me in the face. A bunch of girls in small skirts were popping bubblegum and calling what I assumed were there boy-toys whilst wrapping strands of hair around their fingers. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a good day.

I swung the doors open and was greeted by a throng of people at their lockers. All I could hear were the chatters of mouths and the clanking of locker doors. I blew out a breath, stuck my headphones, turned to some David Guetta and tried to find the head office where I can pick up my schedule. As I was walking down the hallway I was getting a few stares; jealousy from the girls and whistles from the guys. I felt kind of good about myself. I was going for the tough looking girl this morning, and I thought the tight fitting jeans would compliment me and the leather jacket and shades topped it off.

I saw a sign saying 'Head Office' and I immediately turned to round the corner. People were continuing to stare and I just wanted to flip them off, but I also heard my father's voice in my head; Listen to the right people and ignore the wrong ones. People that doubt you, hate you and judge you are never worth your time or attention.

The David Guetta album I was listening turned to 'Little Bad Girl'. I liked this song, and it kind of fit the situation. I was a little bad girl, but I wasn't going to flip these people off on the first day.

I walked into the Head Office, told the lady my name and she gave me a slip of paper with my locker combination, my locker number and my class schedule.

AP Biology, English Literature, Gym, Theatre, AP Calculus and Shop Class. I love Shop Class; my Dad and I used to build things together. In fact, we had a bonding session when I was 12 and built the tree house in our backyard. I missed that tree house; we had to move away from the house when Mom enrolled me to a new school.

I walked out of the Head Office to find my locker when I bumped into a young girl carrying a lot of books in her hands.

"Whoa, I am so sorry!" I said, as the books fell to the floor. A few girlish giggles came from the onlookers and I gave them murderous stares. The girl who I bumped into was a small thing, with straight, long blonde hair and greenish grey eyes. She kept her head down, but she muttered something I couldn't hear.

"What was that?" I asked politely, helping her to her feet. I looked at the books in my hand when she replied.

"It's okay," she said, in a small quiet voice. I was holding AP Biology and AP Calculus in my hands until she snatched them from me.

"Whoa, okay," I muttered. She stood next to me for a while with a curious look.

"You're new, aren't you?" she asked, and I nodded.

I stuck my hand out for her, "I'm Christina Blake, I just moved here."

She hesitated before taking my hand and giving it a quick, light shake, "Melaina Stella Rouclet."

"That's a nice name," I replied, but she gave me a small smile. "I see you do AP Biology and Calculus. I'm in those classes, hopefully I'll see you?" She nodded and walked off with her head down.

"Hmm."

I walked over to my locker, 142, and twisted my locker combination. I heard someone gasp next to me. I looked to the side and there was a girl staring at me. She had long black hair and pale skin. Her look was a mixture of horrified and awe.

"Can I help you?" I asked her. She didn't reply, but shook her head vigorously. She opened her locker near mine, but she kept glancing at me. I was starting to get nervous. I saw her get her cell phone out and quickly punch something in, looking as if she was in a rush. She held the phone to her ear, and walked off.

Luce

I saw her. She was there. She looked so normal and so...human. But she doesn't know. I needed to tell Daniel, he would know how to handle this. I would tell Sam, but knowing him he would rush into things and scare the poor girl away.

She opened her locker and placed her books in. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and quickly phoned Daniel.

He picked up on the first ring, "Hey babe," he said.

"Daniel, she's here," I said quickly. There was a pause.

"Who's here?" he asked. He literally had no idea. It shouldn't have been a surprise. Christina and Sam are mates for life, so they would always find each other.

"Christina," replied bluntly. There was another pause and I knew he had turned to serious mode.

"Where are you?" he asked seriously.

"I'm on my way to the bleachers. I'll call the girls, you call the boys. We need to meet their. Should we tell Sam and Dean?" I asked, all my words coming out in one mouthful.

"I think they should know, and we should warn them not to do anything stupid. There is always a price when it comes to punishments with the Throne."

There was. If we weren't careful, then Christina could die. This kind of thing happened before; an Angel learning about their true self. Sometimes if they're not careful then they can die, the news might kill them. And then they would be reborn again; an endless curse.

Sam and Dean haven't been the same these last 17 years. They moved with us from LA to Toronto to live in the Compound. They didn't want to stay at home because it reminded them to much of Christina. I don't blame them.

"Yeah, I know. I'm almost there. See you soon," and I hung up.

Quickly calling the girls, I made my way to the bleachers. Daniel, Cam and Roland were already there. With a flash of white the girls arrived; Molly, Arianne and Gabbe. Soon after, Sam and Dean arrived.

"Alright, what's going on?" asked Sam, sitting down on the bleachers.

I looked around. Only Daniel and I knew about Christina; it was going to be a shock to everyone.

"Well...the thing is-" Daniel started.

Dean

"-it's about Christina," he continued. My eyes widened and perked up, and Dad stood up.

"Mom?" I whispered. I hoped she was alright and nothing bad happened to her. Mom was 17 now...I wondered where she was in the world. And I hoped we'd find her one day.

"What about Christina?" Dad asked, suddenly urged.

"Luce, you want to tell them?" Daniel asked his mate.

She nodded and stepped forward, everyone was listening in. "I saw...Christina," she blurted out.

I gasped and I could feel my father go stiff beside me. Neither of us could talk. I hadn't seen my Mom in 17 years. I wondered if she looked the same. Or worse; I wondered if she remembers me.

"Where did you see her?" asked Gabbe, breaking the shocked silence.

Luce looked to Dad and me with cautious eyes and hesitation, "Here."

I heard my Dad take in a breath and storm off back to the building. We called out to him. "Dad!" "Sam!"

He didn't look back, so I ran after him.

I'm a fast runner, my Dad and I are on the track team together and people think we're brothers. It worked because we look so alike. My runner legs carried me the whole way, but when I reached my father he had already breached the doors of the school.

"D-Sam!" I called. In the walls of the school, I had to call him Sam. "Wait; don't do something stupid, we have to think this through."

Classes had already begun, so the hallways were empty. I spun my Dad around before he could start looking through the classes.

"Sam, remember what Daniel told us. If we ever saw Mom again we needed to be careful," I breathed, "It could kill her." I sniffed.

Dad was breathing with anticipation to see her. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry, Son. I just...it's been 17 years."

"I know, Dad," I muttered. We were alone in the halls; I doubt anyone could hear this conversation. "I want to see her too, but I don't want to lose her for another 17 years. When we see her we're going to need to keep our cool."

Dad breathed, "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, Son. I shouldn't have stormed off like that."

"Dad, it's fine. We just need to stick together, take this one step at a time." I patted my father's shoulder and walked with him to our lockers.

"I just don't know how I'm going to act around her. You saw how I reacted when we found out she's here," he replied. He took a deep breath as he opened his locker.

"Just walk away when you see her. I know it will hurt a lot, but we're both going to have to do it. Until we can learn," I replied, getting my guitar from my locker. I had music next with Dad. We learned how to play after Mom left; we thought that learning new skills would help.

"Yeah. Are you going to be okay with this?" he asked me.

I thought about it for a long time and realised I wouldn't be okay. All these questions were running through my head and I couldn't comprehend my feelings. I knew that when I saw my Mom I wouldn't be able to breathe. I missed her so much.

"I don't know, Dad," I replied. He gave me a brief nod. Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we walked to Music with our six-strings on our backs.

Christina

"So, that is the difference between Meiosis and Mitosis," said Mr. Weathers. I totally blacked out what he was telling the class. I just stared out the window and think as the world went by.

It made me think about that girl in the hallway. She looked at me like she had seen me before, but I have never seen her before. From what I've seen of the girl with the black hair, she freaked me out. I hope I don't bump into her again, I thought.

The school bell rang. I gathered my things and almost ran to the corridor. I found my locker again and swapped my Biology book for my Literature book.

When I shut my locker, I turned around and saw the black haired girl again. She was staring at me in amazement. Thank God she wasn't staring at me in shock and horror like last time.

"Hi," she simply said. She was accompanied by a tall blonde boy with violet eyes. He held the same expression.

"Hi," I replied, but hesitated. This school is fucking weird, man.

"I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I didn't mean to look at you like that. I must have really freaked you out," she laughed.

I hesitated before laughing with her, "Yeah, don't worry about it; I've seen weirder stuff."

The two people exchanged a glance with each other before turning back to me.

The young man held out his hand, "I'm Daniel Grigori, and this is my girlfriend Luce Price. We were wondering if you wanted to have lunch with us?" he asked.

I took his hand and shook it with a smile. To be honest, I just wanted to eat lunch alone like I always did. Although, Daniel and Luce were being so nice to me, what harm could it do?

"No thanks, maybe some other time?" I asked, after I saw the hurt in their eyes. They looked to each other and nodded back at me.

When they wandered off together, towards the cafeteria, I took my lunch out of my locker and put it in my bag. I headed in the other direction and down a hallway I hadn't been before. I thought I took the wrong way and turned around, but then I heard the faint noise of a guitar playing softly.

Dean

When the music lesson was over, I told Dad I would stay behind. He gave me a concerned look but I just waved him off. He told me he was going to find Daniel and Luce for some lunch.

I was left in the music room by myself. I told the teacher that I wanted to practice some more and she said it was fine.

I took my guitar back out of my case. My Mom was on my mind throughout the lesson, and no doubt she was on Dad's too. I couldn't believe she was here, but I knew that we couldn't approach her just yet. Give it a few days, we said.

I decided to play the song I wrote when I first learned how to play the guitar. I called it 'Fairytales and Firesides'.

We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles

We're the lost boys in the supermarket isles

We're Christmas dogs dumped by the side of the road

Confused we will run for miles

We are road rage, we are stone age, we are wild.

We are busted light bulbs in a backstreet neon sign

We're the shaking gun in a service station line

We drink though we're drunk, we sink though we've sunk

We're fucked but we say that we're fine

We are rampage missing back pages in our spines

We long for journeys and the roadside

We long for starlight and the low tide

We long for fairytales and firesides

We are coffee house cynics; too righteous, too rigid to believe

Disappointed romantics scraping the hearts from our sleeves

We're the toothless drunk, we're the aging punk

Yeah, we are Adam, we're the apple and we're Eve

We are beggars, with shiny pennies, on our knees

We long for sunlight on the hillside

Yeah, we long for yesterdays and hindsight

Oh, we long for fairytales and firesides

Oh, we long for carnivals and fairground rides

Oh, we long for journeys and the roadside

Oh, we long for fairytales and firesides

The door opened.

Hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think? The song used was 'Fairytales and Firesides' by Passenger.

-Caz :D