Scott Grey sat in his room, staring at the ceiling and rubbing his sore arm. Still banged up from the whole Fang incident, almost everything had healed by now. Almost a year, he thought to himself. Almost a whole year had pasted since the whole stupid TDROTI screw up. He still despised every single person who he met. Zoey, B, Lighting, Mike, and…. Dawn. For him, it was hard to let go of the past. And having a horrible memory from his childhood really didn't help his social life too much.

"Scott!" Mr. Grey yelled from down the hall. Scott groaned. "What Pappy?" He shouted.

"It's time for dinner," Mr. Grey called back. For most kids, they'd run right down to the kitchen and try to guess what food belonged to the delicious aroma. In his house, the only smell Scott would find would be the disgusting stench of the nearby swamp and maybe a delivered pizza. Scott groaned, got off his bed, and walked down to their kitchen. His little brother, Timothy, was already sitting with his father at the table eating pizza from a pizza box. Mr. Grey patted the only other spare chair for Scott to sit next to him.

After he sat down and grabbed a slice of plain cheese pizza, his father cleared his throat. "Boys, I have an announcement." Timothy sat up in his chair while Scott still continued to slouch and eat. "Well, you both know how times have been very tough lately, and how we really need the money."

"Just get to the point," Scott said. Every time someone mentioned money problems, it reminded him of how cocky he got and blew his chance at actually helping his family.

"Well, um, I gotta full time job!" He replied. Timothy's mouth and eyes were wide open, while Scott just stared at him with bored eyes. "It's a good job and the pay will be really good. But I'll have to leave every morning at 5 and won't be back till around 8."

"So Scott'll watch me for the rest of summer?" Timothy asked. Scott assumed the answer to be yes, but for some reason, he didn't hear the words come out of his father's mouth.

"Well, no. Since I thought maybe Scott would need some help with the house and whatnot, I've decided to hire a nanny!" he exclaimed. Scott did a perfect spit take.

"What?!" Scott surprisingly asked. "Who? Why? When?"

Scott's father rubbed his chin. "Well, she's paying very little, she's your age Scott, and she's starting next week."

Timothy's little eyes lit up. "Is she nice?"

"I don't know. I haven't met her yet," Their father replied. Scott sat up.

"Well, what the heck is her name?" Scott asked, a bit aggravated.

"I don't know, I think it was something that sounded like it was nature related," Mr. Grey said. Scott's eyes shot open.

"I think it was…..um…"

Scott prayed in his head. PLEASE don't say her name, please don't say her name…

"Dawn! Her name was Dawn!"

Scott stood up, grabbed his plate, and walked back to his bedroom. He crashed onto his bed. It can't be her, he thought to himself. I mean, what were the chances of it being THE Dawn that he eliminated and ruined her chances at a million dollars, right?

3 Days Later…

Timothy eagerly paced back and forth in front of the door, while Scott threw a tennis wall at the wall and waited for it to return. Their father was out picking up the new nanny, Dawn. Scott assumed that there HAD to be hundreds of other Dawns in the world. It wasn't her and he knew it.

"Is daddy here yet?!" Timothy asked, again. "Nope," Scott said, staring blankly at the ceiling. "And why do you want to meet this chick so much?" "We haven't had a girl in the house since mom passed away. And you never bring home any girlfriends," Timothy said. "Are they shy?" Truthfully, Scott never opened his heart enough to have a girlfriend, but had never told his brother that. "Yeah, sure."

Suddenly, the sound of a car filled their ears. Dad was home.

"Scott, take me outside to go see daddy!" Timothy said. Scott rolled his eyes, picked the six year old up, and walked outside to the car. Timothy practically launched himself out of Scott's arms and to his dad. "Where is she?!"

Mr. Grey cleared his throat. "Boys this is Dawn Garden," he said and put his hand on the car door handle.
"*cough* Pathetic Name *cough*," Scott whispered, as his father glared at him. Mr. Grey opened the door, and the new nanny stepped out. Scott and the girl stared at each other. Both screamed and ran in the opposite direction. The girl hid behind Mr. Grey and Scott cringed and shielded his eyes.

"Do you two know each other?" Scott's father asked. The girl stepped out from her hiding spot."That's the girl I was telling you about!" Scott exclaimed, "the one that never shut up about nature and all that junk!" "And he's the one that cost me a million dollars by backstabbing me!" Dawn said, a bit sad and a bit angry.

Scott examined Dawn for the first time in a year. Her hair was a bit shorter with neon pink and blue highlights, she'd grown maybe an inch taller, and but still the same wardrobe. Nature related, mainly blue and green colors, same old thing.

Dawn also did her part in examining Scott. His hair was still messed up and out of place, same dirty jeans, but the one thing that stuck out was a scar running down his left arm. Scott noticed her staring at, so he hid his arm behind his back. "Well anyway," Dawn said as she glared at Scott. Scott returned the death glare. "Hi, I'm Dawn. You're Timothy, right?" she asked as she got on her knees so she was about Timothy's height.

"Yep! You're pretty!" Timothy said, smiling. Dawn giggled and blushed while Scott grunted in disgust.
"Thank You! Can you show me to my room?" Dawn asked sweetly. Of course, reading Mr. Grey's aura she knew exactly where her room was, but she wanted to be polite. "Ok! Follow me!" Timothy said, grabbed Dawn's hand, and led her into the house.

Scott folded his arms while his dad put his arm around his son. "She's a beautiful girl, isn't she?" Scott grunted. "Yeah sure, but she's also annoying and demanding," Scott said. Well, she WAS from his point of view. Mr. Grey chuckled. "I don't believe that for a second. "believe me."