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Authors note: Hey this is my first Gundam Wing story. I've been working on it for the longest time, and decided to post it. Remember to Read and Review.

Dear Daddy.

Chapter 1.
Dear Daddy,

It's been so long since we last saw each other! I fear that I've forgotten your face! I don't know what it's like where you are, I hope that everything's fine. I hope you're alright. How's Heero? And Quatre, Trowa and Wufei? I don't know how to describe this place, it's not so bad, but then again I wouldn't be here by choice!

I want this war to be over, so terribly! Everyone here tip toes around it like it doesn't exist! But it does! It does! Well, not everyone! I don't! And, there's another girl here, Lotti, that's her name. She's my age and her dad is off fighting as well . . . he's a general or something, she doesn't talk about him much, but I know she misses him.

I miss you. There are really no words to describe how I feel inside . . . empty and lonely mostly! No one here cares that you could be hurt or have forgotten me! I don't want you to forget me! Please don't forget me daddy! I love you!

I have to go, writing time is almost over, I spent a good portion of the time looking for my diary that has your forwarding address in it . . . I hid it, to keep it truly private.

I love you.

Paige.

Paige placed the piece of paper down onto her bed, along with her pen as the bell went for dinner time. She hopped off of her bed and looked up at a short blonde-haired girl that occupied the bed next to her,

"Hey, Lotti."

"Yes Paige?"

"Can you please help me with my pinafore? I can't reach!" Paige asked, pathetically,

"Oh Paige!" Lotti scolded, "You're going to have to learn!"

"Well, you see, there isn't much call for these things on L2!"
"Oh . . .? Is that where you come from then?"

"Yes, although, I was born here."

"What, Earth?"

"Yeah, England."

"Cool, so, why did you move to L2?"

"My dad comes from there, and when my mum died, he kinda wanted to escape." Paige sighed sadly as Lotti tied her pinafore ties into a neat bow,

"Paige! Your hair ribbon is a state!" She exclaimed, fiddling with the piece of black silk exasperatedly,

"Thank you Lotti! I would've gotten SO many black marks already if it wasn't for you! I may have gone to Catholic schools before, but never any THIS old fashioned or posh!"

"Yeah . . . I don't suppose you know who the girl is that's sponsored by the Winner foundation, do you?"

Paige blushed,

"Uh, that's me . . . Quatre Winner is like, best friends with my dad, and my dad can't afford these fees, so Quatre paid for me!"

"Oh . . ." Lotti smiled weakly, "C'mon! We'll be late for Supper!"

Paige nodded dumbly and followed her small companion. Lotti was quite petite for her age. She had shoulder-length, strait blonde hair and dull blue eyes, although her smile was bright and inviting. She was quite cheerful, yet shy and withdrawn sometimes. She turned a corner and immediately fell into line with the rest of the school. Paige looked around a sighed. Life was boring! The group of about 20 girls stood in twos, walking in step towards the dining hall. All wore the same black tights with the same black shoes and same black, just below knee-length dress. Their white pinafores emitted a dim and eerie glow in the poor light of the old house, now a school. Each one had a silken black hair ribbon tied somewhere within pristine hair-styles, but what annoyed Paige the most was that they had taken away her silver cross! That's right! They had taken away her precious silver cross and given her a gold one in replacement! GOLD! Gold was tacky! She sneered at the thought of the repulsive object hanging around her neck. They'd promised her the pendant back at the end of the school year but she was still furious,

"If dad were here, he would MAKE them give me it back!" She thought snidely as the group entered the dining hall, an even number on each side of the large wooden table. They stood behind their bench and awaited the teachers. They milled in. 6 of them and the Headmaster. He sat at the end and cleared his throat,
"You may all sit." He said clearly.

The rustle of fabric echoed throughout the hall as the large group of people sat down, silence enveloping both students and faculty.

Paige was seated in her usual place, between Lotti and another girl, a year older than she was, but with half the IQ. She was snotty and took every opportunity to make Paige fell un-welcome! Paige sighed, lowering her head to give grace. She closed his eyes,

". . . let the lord protect those who are out, fighting the war for us. May he protect them as they protect us from the evils of . . ." Paige drowned out the rest of the Headmasters prayer until it was time for the litany,

"Amen." She spoke solemnly, her lips barely parting as she said the one word. A loupe-warm soup was placed before her, and she stirred it with disgust, sneering down upon it as if it were diseased. She ate it slowly, the school remaining silent as they sipped the reddish-brown liquid. There was no chance for conversation here . . . you could've heard a pin drop in the deathly-cold room.

Supper dragged by but finally, the clock chime 8 as it sat upon the fireplace, looking down upon the crowd. The Headmaster stood slowly, only after he had dabbed his lips with his white napkin and made sure every solid piece of food from his plate had been chewed and swallowed the utmost care,

"There will be no reading, tonight." He declared, "Instead you shall all spend private time, saying prayers and reflecting upon your sins so that you may ask for forgiveness in confession tomorrow." He murmured before shuffling away to his office. The 6 teachers stood in unison, two walking to the door and standing on either side as the other 4 walked through, their heads held high,

"Mc Adam!" One called and half of the girls stood, including Paige. They marched to the door and out towards their dorm, followed by one of the teachers.

This particular teacher was called Miss Simms and she was usually a very nice person, considering that she worked in this hell hole. On her first night, Paige had cried constantly, not bearing to think of what was happening to her father and the others out on the battle field. Miss Simms had comforted her and helped her learn to tie her hair ribbon, although, it still wasn't a perfected art, just yet. Besides, a teenager can't trust anyone! Right?

Slumping onto her bed, Paige sits, her legs semi-crossed as she plays with a stray ringlet from the brunette cascade over her shoulder,

"Hey Maxwell!" An angered tone calls out, bitterness dripped from every syllable,

"Yes, Cassidy?" Paige huffed, "Tonight's going to be one of those nights, huh?"
"I was just wondering . . . where's you mum again?" She smirked,

"Dead . . . where else?"

"Where's your dad?"

"Fighting in the war."

"And what does he do normally?"

"Does it matter?"

"He works for the Preventers part time, and he owns a scrap-metal business with his friend Hilde, why?"

"Perhaps he's better off fighting in that war!" She sneered and whirled away, "That way he'll be joining your mother soon enough!" She scoffed.

Paige sneered, lowering her head slightly as she felt tears well in her sapphire eyes,

"NO PAIGE!" She growled to herself, "You're stronger than this! Prove to them who you are! Prove to them that you're a Maxwell! Show them who you are!" She continued, clenching her teeth bitterly.

A few days later, the students were informed that everyone's parents/guardians were being invited in on a parent's day to look over academic reports and for a visit. Paige almost jumped for joy in her seat, she was so excited,

"Daddy!" She squealed inwardly, "Dad's going to come and visit me!" She ran off to the dorm to find her cleanest uniform in preparation for the day.

The days dragged by as Paige sat in each seat, in each class, bubbling with the excitement of seeing her only blood parent. She just wasn't used to being away from him for so long!

As the day finally rolled around, she bounced up and down on her bed in excitement, ready and waiting for her dorm to be called into the main foyer. As soon as they were called, Paige bubbled with happiness as they marched down the landing and onto the stairs where they stopped, as had been rehearsed. One by one, they filed down to meet their parents, who each held an envelope in their hand. Paige faltered, looking around the room, no sign of a figure all in black and a chestnut braid swaying behind him. She felt anger rise within her as she realised that he wasn't there. Then pain and finally, despair. She choked back sobs of depression as she sunk into a sitting position,

"PAIGE!" A familiar voice called out to her from the pulsating crowd below her, "Paige! Here!"

Paige looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she did so, there stood Quatre . . . and Heero . . . no Duo though, but still, at least someone had come! Jumping to her feet she ran down the stairs towards them and into Heero's arms,

"Where is he, Heero-kun?" She sobbed into the Preventers uniform,

"He's really sorry; he had to go out on a mission." Heero whispered as he smoothed back the brown ringlets from the teenagers face,

"He wanted to be here . . . he really did, and we'll show him your report as soon as he comes back . . . perhaps we can arrange something for you and him . . . for him to visit, or something!" Quatre said, holding up the envelope, "But, you're doing brilliantly! I'm glad to have you as a representative of my company, Miss Maxwell!" He said with a slight smirk despite the fact that his eyes were red rimmed from his own tears,

"So, would you like to show us around?" Heero asked, kneeling before the teen from L2.

She seemed to consider it before finally nodding slightly,

"Are you sure that you don't mind us showing up? I, obviously had to come, which I don't mind because you know that I think of you as if you were my own! I'm not going to have children of my own, so I think that I shall spoil you and Yan!" Quatre stated,

"How is Yan?" He's at his father's old school, in China.

"Oh . . ."

"He misses you too, Paige!" Heero chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder slightly, "Trust me, alright?" He teased.

Paige blushed bright red and lowered her head,

"This is the dinning room . . . where we eat." She said calmly as the blonde and the brunette listened attentively.

The day passed all too quick for the home-sick teenager and soon it was time for the two Preventers offices to leave. Paige smiled warmly as Heero hugged her tightly and then Quatre, his usually bright smile somewhat faded,

"Quatre, what's wrong?"

Quatre shook his head to dismiss the question,

"Nothing."

"You're lying."
"Heero . . . tell Paige . . . tell her . . . what . . . what's happened to . . ." He didn't finish as he just hopped into the car and sat in the passenger's seat, sobbing,

"I'm sorry . . ." Paige murmured, "I only wanted to know because I care!"

"Trowa's missing in action." Heero said in his old monotone before turning away, "And don't worry . . ." He added before walking to the car and driving away, without another word or action.

Paige was left standing by the front door.

Alone.

Alone again.

- To be continued . . .

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