Time: Hold On to Tomorrow
Author: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: None really
Summary: The BSC is going back to California but it's not for a visit.
Author's note: My first BSC fic. I loved this series growing up and even at twenty-five I've been known to read the books. Yeah I'm weird.
Time frame: After Dawn permanently moves to Cali but before Mary Anne's house burns down. I'm not covering the California Diaries because I don't know a thing about them.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody that you've seen in the books.
*Mary Anne*
"When splinting a broken leg you must..." The voice on the video in health class was interrupted by an announcement over the intercom.
"Mr. Jones is Mary Anne Spier in class today?"
"Yes she is."
"Please have her come to the main office and collect her things from her locker."
I got up gathering my notebook and binder wondering why I was being called to the main office. I made a stop at my locker and grabbed my coat and backpack. When I got to the main office I saw my father standing there. Shouldn't he be at work? Oh no what if something happened to Sharon? Stacey was once called away from class because her mother had collapsed.
Dad gave me a hug, which was unusual. Dad's not too comfortable with doing that in front of people. "We need to talk." He said quietly.
"There's a small room over there." The secretary spoke up.
Dad led me over there and we sat down. He didn't say anything right away. "Did something happen to Sharon?" I asked right away.
"No Sharon's fine. It's..."
"Oh no did someone die?"
"No Mary Anne. It's..."
"What's the matter then?"
"Mary Anne let me tell you." He said putting his hand on mine. "Sharon got a phone call from Carol today." Carol's the stepmother of Dawn and Jeff who are my stepsister and stepbrother. "Dawn hasn't been feeling too well lately so they took her to see her doctor last week. They just found out today that she has leukemia."
Tears started to fall. Not Dawn. I thought. Now I was crying hard. Dad just held me. Not Dawn not Dawn not Dawn I kept saying mentally. Not my sister.
Please not my sister.
Author: Dana
Rating: G
Warnings: None really
Summary: The BSC is going back to California but it's not for a visit.
Author's note: My first BSC fic. I loved this series growing up and even at twenty-five I've been known to read the books. Yeah I'm weird.
Time frame: After Dawn permanently moves to Cali but before Mary Anne's house burns down. I'm not covering the California Diaries because I don't know a thing about them.
Disclaimer: I don't own anybody that you've seen in the books.
*Mary Anne*
"When splinting a broken leg you must..." The voice on the video in health class was interrupted by an announcement over the intercom.
"Mr. Jones is Mary Anne Spier in class today?"
"Yes she is."
"Please have her come to the main office and collect her things from her locker."
I got up gathering my notebook and binder wondering why I was being called to the main office. I made a stop at my locker and grabbed my coat and backpack. When I got to the main office I saw my father standing there. Shouldn't he be at work? Oh no what if something happened to Sharon? Stacey was once called away from class because her mother had collapsed.
Dad gave me a hug, which was unusual. Dad's not too comfortable with doing that in front of people. "We need to talk." He said quietly.
"There's a small room over there." The secretary spoke up.
Dad led me over there and we sat down. He didn't say anything right away. "Did something happen to Sharon?" I asked right away.
"No Sharon's fine. It's..."
"Oh no did someone die?"
"No Mary Anne. It's..."
"What's the matter then?"
"Mary Anne let me tell you." He said putting his hand on mine. "Sharon got a phone call from Carol today." Carol's the stepmother of Dawn and Jeff who are my stepsister and stepbrother. "Dawn hasn't been feeling too well lately so they took her to see her doctor last week. They just found out today that she has leukemia."
Tears started to fall. Not Dawn. I thought. Now I was crying hard. Dad just held me. Not Dawn not Dawn not Dawn I kept saying mentally. Not my sister.
Please not my sister.