AN: I feel very, very scared. PDCLDS is very Mary Sue, when I look at her, but I did base her off these girls whom I completely love and cannot see faults from. Put yourself in her position, if you want. I do have a description, but you don't have to read it. And the numerous names symbolize what I want you to take away most from this story. Dawn is beauty that comes naturally ever day (as opposed to Aurora, which I briefly debated.)


Prologue: Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Dear Diary,

I'm really going to have to name you soon, like all my other diaries. You're an iridescent pink thing, so I guess I'll call you Magenta. Anyway, I need to tell you who I am so we don't start off all these entries as strangers. Well, my name is Pearl Dulcibella Ceinwen Love Dawn Sayen Silver. Yes, that is my full name. It used to end with "Reid," but then my parents died in 9/11. Isn't it funny how I can type that date and nobody asks for the year? It seemed so personal that my parents died, like it was just me, but everybody knows what it was. It feels almost like a mercy killing for my mother, Catarina Logan-Reid, though. She was schizophrenic, and hit me sometimes when her favorite "demon" (she swore they were angels, but an angel doesn't tell anybody to put their baby in boiling water and scrub until her skin starts coming off!) named Cailean told her to. Anyway, Daddy (Bill Reid) or Callie (my sister, Calanthe) would usually stop her. But stupid Casimir Wilson had to go and rape her and she had to drop out and support her kids, so everybody thought she "asked for it" and Mommy and Daddy sent me to Seaside, New York. Mommy was stay-at-home while Daddy worked as a construction person at…well, do I really have to elaborate? We were really well-off until Mommy decided to go to visit Daddy that day because he forgot his lunch for the forty-billionth time. Then I went to the hospital because they let school out early and I wanted news on my parents. I actually saw Mommy fall from the window next to my desk until she disappeared from behind another building. And I found Daddy two months later. Well, found his body, really. They never found Mommy. I know what happens when someone falls down 101 floors, so I'm not too surprised they didn't find much. Given airline restrictions after the collapses, I'm not surprised it took Callie about half a year to pick me up, or that I was approaching 4th grade (I was 8 when this all happened) by the time we finally made it back to Silver Creek, Indiana. And when we did get back, I met this really sweet guy (he's not really a looker, though) and I joined his gang. I know what you're thinking—gangs = violence + drugs. But the Fauna isn't like that at all. We watch out for each other. We've got two branches: the Wolves sell guns and use them, and the Wildcats sell drugs and use them. The Wolves defend us and fight only when they have to, and our code is Only in Someone Else's Defense. That means we can't hurt someone else unless they are threatening someone else's safety. Mostly, though, we hang out at school and plan things, like for territory and honor in the streets. We're really a protector for people. We do illegal things so other people don't have to. Okay, I know how stupid that sounds. Anyway, you may be wondering what's happened to me since my sister and parents both died by the time I was 12. Well, the Wolf leader Samantha Silver and the Wildcat leader Michael Goren got married and adopted me. Oh, and Samantha bullied Michael into accepting her last name rather than the other way around, which is why my last name s Silver and not Goren. Anyway, both the Wildcats and the Wolves have pretty much disbanded and are starting to seek new leaders Brenda MacDowell and Lyle Gordon are the candidates, respectively. And what's cool is they're getting married soon too! It's going to be great! I just hope I can make it back for the wedding, because we never know how long it takes to film a movie. The movie's called "Moonlit Shores," and it's about this girl named Rose and a boy named Zane. Zane was really abused (I based it on Ken's childhood) and she finds out he had multiple siblings scattered in foster homes across the country and they go on a road trip to find them. Varda (my grief counselor after Callie died, and we're really good friends) playing Rose, I'm playing a foster girl Varda meets named Reienne, Mara Bennett (my best friend) plays Rose's best friend Cwen, Sam Shirley (who is totally not as girly as his last name) plays Cwen's brother, Samantha plays my mother, and since I don't have a father, Michael's only coming to be with his family. Isn't he nice? If only everyone had a family like mine! Jaunie Kim is playing Ashleigh, Coralie Song is playing Paige, and Anielka (Elke for short) Cui plays Irma. And in case you want to know how the characters look: I'm an albino with scarlet eyes and strawberry blonde hair, insanely pale skin (except my mouth is a brilliant ruby). I have XXX syndrome, ADHD, hyperthyroidism, congenital insensitivity to pain (and temperature) with anhidrosis, and polymorphic light eruption. So, basically, I probably won't have kids, I lose weight really fast, I act like I'm a hummingbird on crack, I can't feel pain or temperature, I can't sweat, and I can't go out in the sun or I break out in hives. That last one isn't as bad as it may seem, since I'm albino and I burn easily anyway. Oh, and I'm also slightly psychic. Really. I played this game with my friends a lot where they would hold something they could cover with their fists and I would guess which hand held the thing. I've never missed, except that one game with McDreamy (aka Calix Bell) where I always guessed which hand didn't hold the thing. The doctors told my parents when I was born that I would probably only have a 70-point IQ since I have XXX. I just recently got tested and the score came back as 149. That's more than twice what the doctors said! Varda said, "That's our Dawn, always ready to sear your corneas with the sun when you least expect it." Ha-ha, Varda! She's in Choir with me, and we're going to Disneyland at the end of this year! Hey, there's somebody knocking at the door and it's raining outside, so I've got to go open it before I open the door to a drowned body. That would be gross and sad.

Dawn yawned and walked to the door. She felt something rip when she stretched, and there was a lump there. Stupid ribs just wouldn't heal. At least there was nothing on her face; she liked to look pretty.

There was another knock, more insistent this time.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Dawn grumbled. She walked down the stairs and opened the door to complete darkness until lightning sharply illuminated a squelching figure, the kind you'd expect to sit in a rocking chair knitting before a dilapidated wooden house with way too many cats. "Oh, you must be soaking! Come in," Dawn said, pity overtaking sense. "And you are?" Dawn asked, rotating her wrist in a gesture to get the woman to talk.

The woman had wild and oversized eyes that sunk deep into her head, pale lips, bones clearly visible, and grey hair like the strands on an overused mop. If Dawn hadn't recognized her outside, she certainly did now that the woman was in the light.


Guess who the woman is! It's not that hard, people! Next chapter, we get to see more of the humor that Varda Swan commented on. By the way, Varda is an idealized version of me. I know you're not supposed to do that, but I couldn't help it! Eek! *Ducks the tomatos thrown at her.*