Here's chapter 1 of "Obsidian"! I'm honestly really surprised this ended up being 5000+ words...I guess I got into it. Don't worry, more Leaf and Gary to appear later, but I wanted to focus on Dawn's interactions with others. With whom? Well, you'll see...
Chapter 1
He had sat quietly down into his desk at homeroom. Being the person he was, his desk was naturally placed in the back corner, farther away from the door. Anyone who knew Paul knew not to sit next to him. All thought he was an angry kind of boy, who would get irritated or ticked off at the slightest mistake. While they were not far from the truth, he was just misunderstood. Just misunderstood. Not even Leaf Green and Gary Oak really understood him, and they were a unit for at least 4 years.
Of course, in school they had to act completely different. Paul sat all alone in the corner, the desk next to him vacant. Leaf sat in the front row with her 'nerdy' friends, silently doing their homework that was obviously due in two weeks time. Gary sat with his little player friends right behind Leaf. It was a common known fact that Gary always teased the valedictorian for reasons unknown. Although, anyone could feel the sexual tension between. Two girls, May Maple and Marina Kris, who happened to be Leaf's friends, often shipped them together and waited for them to go into a closet and make out.
Before time caught up to them, Leaf Green and Gary Oak were seen as the "IT duo". No, not a couple. A duo. They were best friends long before they moved to the Sinnoh state, and when Leaf moved, Gary followed. They had known each other since they were in diapers, and were even neighbors then. Of course now, they lived right across from the street from each other.
However, once they entered middle school, something happened. It was as if Gary didn't want anything to do with Leaf, and suddenly ditched her for other people. Those included Drew Hayden and Jimmy Kenta, who were nice enough as is, just arrogant fools. Paul remembered that week so clearly, where the brunette walked around sullenly in the halls, keeping her head down to avoid others looking into her puffy eyes. Before today, that was the last time Paul had seen Leaf cry.
That was until one day, a spring morning, two girls walked up to the melancholy girl. One was a girl with mousy brown hair and a red bandana at her hair, coupled with sapphire eyes that made others melt. The other was a girl with electric blue hair into gravity-defying pigtails and teal eyes that shone like the most precious gemstones in existence. Paul remembered hearing their conversation from a distance.
"Hi there!" the brunette said with a friendly wave. Leaf sniffled.
"H-Hi."
"What's your name?" the bluenette asked sweetly. Leaf told them her name, expecting a weird reaction, freaked out by her name. To her surprise, their eyes widened and their smiles became bigger, more genuine.
"What a cool name! My name's May, and this is Marina! My name is pretty boring, you and Marina have much better names!" the brunette known as 'May' exclaimed. Marina looked at her, exasperated. She looked back at Leaf before speaking. "Sorry about that, she gets a little too excited." She then proceeded to punch May's arm, who flinched back.
"Ow Marina! What was that for?!" May screeched.
"Because I can." Marina just smirked.
"Oh yeah?! Well who asked you?!" May just got madder as she jabbed Marina's chest with her index finger. Marina swatted her index finger away as her cheeks quickly became flooded with a maraschino cherry color. They continued to swat at each other and playfully hit each other.
Between their interactions, Leaf actually did something she never thought she would do so soon. She laughed. She laughed at the duo's funny interactions, how despite all circumstances that went against them, they were still friends. Leaf wanted that, wanted that with someone.
And perhaps, maybe they were her saving grace.
Ever since that morning, Leaf, May and Marina were inseparable. They laughed together, cried together, beat people up together. Paul watched their interactions as the years went by, longing for a closeness that he once had with his brother. No one knew how Reggie Rebolledo had mysteriously disappeared, although some say he committed suicide. But all knew how Paul closed himself off from the world ever since it was public.
They just didn't know how his eyes hardened.
One thing kept him going. Ironically, the thing he most dreaded in his life. His job. Despite what he thinks, he likes the thrill he gets from running across as a shadow in the dusk. He loved the feeling of pulling the trigger or slashing the metal blade across human flesh. The color of blood filled his eyes, the only true color he knew. Oh and he knew it very well.
After he slashed, he used the same blade on his slightly tanned arms, not knowing where it would go next. Or just not caring.
Oh, and another thing. The memory of the girl with lapis eyes. He faintly remembered the girl and how she treated him. How she treated him like any normal human being, rather than running away from him as soon as she saw his face. She believed in him, made him feel strong.
Happiness? That too.
The bell rang, bringing Paul back into present memory as he quietly got out homework that he wanted to finish. He simply didn't have time anymore, so he tried to focus on all of his studies before the night came. Before he could even start however, his teacher clapped her hands to make an announcement.
His teacher was Ms. Shirona. Or 'teacher'. She was secretly an undercover spy working in the same area as Paul. Of course, she manipulated the principal to have Leaf, Gary, and Paul in most of the same classes together. Paul didn't care for Shirona. She was simply another colleague, another co worker beside them in this mission for survival.
"Class! Pay attention! We have a new student here today. So please welcome Dawn Berlitz!" The blonde haired teacher stepped aside and introduced the new student.
"Hi everyone! My name's Dawn, and I really hope to be friends with everyone here!" She waved. Paul's breath hitched and his chest tightened.
She looks like….her. The girl in my thoughts. But she left for good, right? His thoughts were muddled.
Pale porcelain skin with a milk colorant. Midnight blue hair that, despite under a white beanie, was glossy and shone softly under the fluorescent lighting. Lapis lazuli eyes that twinkled with life.
He could never forget those eyes. It was her.
"Alright Dawn, you can sit next to Paul, in the corner." Ms. Shirona told her. Dawn nodded and made her way to the desk. On the way, Gary's little group started staring up and down at her, and BOY did they like what they saw.
She wore a short, bubblegum pink skirt, along with a milky white, button-up blouse that was almost see-through. She wore white flats with a white bow at the end of each of them. Oak and Kenta started to whistle, while Hayden grinned. As soon as she heard the whistles, Dawn stopped and gave a menacing glare, warning them not to mess with her. Their smiles immediately dropped and they cowered away. She smirked, satisfied at her reaction, then started walking again and dropped into her chair. She looked next to her, noticing the purple-haired guy.
"Hi! What's your name?" Dawn asked. Paul didn't respond, and instead looked her dead in the eyes, hoping she would recognize him.
To his slight irritation, she simply took this as a rude response, placing her hands on her hips and scowling. "Hey! All I did was ask for your name!"
He looked away again. "Hn. It's Paul." Dawn's eyes softened slightly as this before she broke out into a wide grin.
"Paul huh? Wanna be friends?" No response. However, Dawn didn't let this deter her. "C'mon!" She didn't realize that they used to be friends. He simply rested his chin on his right hand and looked out the window, pondering many things. How? How did I get stuck with her again? Why did she come back? He thought.
Dawn puffed her cheeks and started poking him in the arm. Paul grunted and tried to shift further away from her, only to be poked again with her index finger. He reluctantly turned around and looked her dead in the eyes.
Her passionate, cobalt blue eyes, steely yet soft.
"What do you want, Troublesome?" he asked. Dawn pouted and gave him a sharp glare, before responding. "I wanna be friends! Come on!"
He muttered under his breath, "We used to be friends. How could you forget?" Dawn heard him mumble something. "Huh?" Paul ignored her again and shifted through his backpack. He grabbed the work for his English project and opened it up quietly, reading through the instructions on the crinkled paper once again. He heard a quiet sigh before the rustling of unfolding of paper. He turned around to see what was causing the disrupting noise. It was that pesky troublesome girl, once his friend, looking at her schedule. Of course. She's new, he thought. Paul thought he would take a quick peek at her schedule. To his utter surprise, he saw that the order of her classes was basically the same as his, along with the actual courses. Of course any person would be suspicious; why would anyone have the exact same schedule as someone else in a school, no less a teenage assassin? That didn't make sense, unless she was…..no. She couldn't be. Not her. She couldn't be a part of The Shadows. Not her.
It couldn't be. She was a perfect being. No way could she be sucked into the life of an assassin like this. She was no killer. She would be someone, someone important in the world, someone who made a difference. He would just be a nobody, left behind to eat the trailing dust of a more successful, better person. He wasn't even HUMAN. The monster inside of him was slowly raging to be let loose on these creatures that were called humans, bashing his chest and slowly turning him into an inflictor of pain. He didn't even notice, but his humanity was slowly dissipating into the world unknown, as the blood constantly seeped from wounds galore.
She felt his staring burning into her cheek, so she turned around and looked straight into his abyssal-like eyes. He shook his head, as if coming out of a trance, and went back to his work without saying a single word. "Well that was weird," Dawn muttered under her breath. She huffed and took out a notebook, admiring the cover quickly.
It was a small black notebook, smaller than average. She painted it with little white stars and a crescent moon, but not before sponge painting a galaxy with navy blue, fuschia, and dark lilac paint. In a light gray color with glitter wrote 'SONGBOOK', with a little Piplup next to it, floating in the galaxy. Dawn opened up the notebook and took out the pink glitter pen that was stashed away in the coils. She popped open the cap and placed it on the bottom of the pen before tapping it against her chin unconsciously and pursing her natural pink lips together. Her eyes were determined, as if the piece of blue-lined paper was her canvas and she was the painter. Only she could hold her paintbrush in one perfect way, creating strokes of genius with bristles that had hardened over time.
Only….it was music. Music, to Dawn, was an art that could only be improved by yourself. No shortcuts, no help, just plain old hard work. Her pen was the brush, her paper was the blank canvas, but the words were what brought everything to life.
She tapped her pen against the desk quietly, trying to find a beat to go on, then slowly stomped her foot as she found what she was looking for. She closed her eyes as she racked her brain for lyrics that could only describe what she was thinking. When it came to music, her thoughts were indistinguishable. But, she was truly happy when composing and writing. She was….free. Only she knew the magic password to get out and do what she loved best, and so she entered it when she was young and opened the doorway to possibilities.
She hummed an unfamiliar tune, unfamiliar to those around her. However, it was a tune she was dwelling on for days, months even, trying to think of proper lyrics that flowed from word to word, verse to verse, melody to melody. It matched the beating rhythm of her bleeding heart, as it thumped with her and let her sway away into a world of…..what she could only describe as home.
This time, she saw a world of glass, crystal clear, shining with a brilliance of pleasant sounds that rung in the ear before letting itself silently ring in the air, presence known. The skies were a light blue that reminded her of cotton candy, while clouds were wisps of white material streaked across the golden blue. She looked down, and there were soft blades of grass that looked like glass, supporting her feet and not scraping. She bounced with every step she took as her white cotton dress flowed in the wind, carrying itself with her midnight blue hair that reached her waist. She walked without looking, skipping away to where her instinct would bring her.
The world warped around her, and suddenly, she was in a castle made of sparkling glass that shimmered throughout the land. She looked around before looking out the window, where her breath fogged it up. But what she saw took her breath away. A meadow full of stained glass flowers lay deep in the depths of the green-colored glass, and next, was a riverbed with not a drop of tainted water. Black birds flew away into the distance as they chirped.
But it seemed good-too good. She immediately grew suspicious of the surroundings.
Her downfall.
Before her eyes, the land that was once filled with pleasing, pastel colors was now desolate and deserted, filled with an ugly brown and a dark grey mist gathering at the top of the meadow. The once lively glass flowers were now chipped and cracked, fragments falling to the ground like a shattered heart and mind. The sky was no longer a light blue, but rather a musty red, smeared with an inky black color. The castle turned into a black glass, no longer a home, but a prison. She looked at herself and saw her feet disappearing as it broke into a million fragments at once. Without thinking, she lunged at the window, pounding her fists into the glass to crack it. But nothing was working. She was panicking, hyperventilating as her body wasted away into thin air, trying to latch on to the last string of life she had as her heart started beating faster and faster. She eventually made a crack, but she was gone before she could use it, leaving the land to wither away slowly. The last thing she saw was the riverbed, untainted and untouched, as if it was invincible…..
A shake on the shoulder woke Dawn up from her slumber. She groaned and rubbed her eyes before clearing up her vision to see who woke her up. Still disoriented, she cried out. "Wha-what's going on?" Her hair was slightly unkempt.
A giggle was heard before the girl replied, "The bell rang, you fell asleep so I woke you up." Dawn nodded as she finally got a look at the girl before her. Her jaw hit the floor as she hurriedly scattered to grab her notebook and pen.
The girl was extremely beautiful. She was tall, around 5'7, and extremely slender, with milky white skin and long legs that should off her physique. Fiery red hair tied up into a side ponytail, showing off every angle of her face. High and defined cheekbones, framing her face delicately and defining the weaker features. Plump lips that were slightly parted, showing just a hint of beauty. Light freckles that dotted her face and arms, giving her a youthful vibe. Her eyes, oh her eyes of sea green, clear like the waters in "The Little Mermaid" that flickered with astounding hues of cerulean blue and indigo. They were like aquamarine gems that came straight out of the ocean and someone held them up in the sun to dry. They were….simply put, gorgeous.
The girl tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What's wrong?" Dawn realized her mistake and blushed profusely, stammering, "You're gorgeous! Y-You're just l-like a model!" The girl blushed in response and smiled slightly. "I'm no model, I'm a student like you. Anyway, let's get going! We have a 10 minute break after homeroom, so you can get to your next class, new girl." Her tone wasn't animostic, it was proud but kind.
"What's your name?" Dawn pondered out loud as she got up from her desk and started heading towards the door with the girl.
"My name? Misty. Misty Waterflower." Recognition flashed in Dawn's eyes as she heard the girl's last name.
"W-Waterflower?! As in, THE SENSATIONAL SISTERS?!" she wailed out, which resulted in others in the hallway staring weirdly at her, wondering why a girl would yell out like that.
Misty became flustered. "Shh, not so loud!" She shushed the bluenette. "Anyway, yes, my sisters. But I don't wanna talk about them."
Dawn covered her mouth and nodded rapidly before continuing to walk with this 'Misty' character. She noticed that her notebook and pen were in her hands, and remembered the vivid dream she had. The pure riverbed. She scribbled down lyrics.
Take me down to the river bend, take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin, show me how to be whole again
Misty looked over at Dawn, curious. "What'cha writing?" She startled Dawn, who snapped out of her muse. "O-oh! I'm a songwriter, so I'm just writing the lyrics to a new song. Actually, they came from the dream I had before you woke me up…." Dawn stated.
To her utter surprise, Misty's eyes started glowing with enthusiasm. "Wow, that's cool! I'm a dancer on the dance team here, but the songs we do aren't very good."
Dawn used the opportunity to show some of her songs to Misty that she recorded. "Well I don't mind showing you mine! Do you wanna listen though? It's fine if you don't."
"Of course! That sounds great!"
Dawn grabbed her phone from her pocket, along with a pair of pink earbuds and plugged them in. She swiped through her phone and found the playlist that she made on SoundCloud, holding up one earbud. Misty gingerly grabbed it and put it into her ear. Dawn placed the other earbud into her own ear and pressed 'play'.
(Backwards-Christina Perri)
After the song finished, Misty broke out in a large grin before saying, "That was amazing! You're really good at this!" Dawn replied, "Thanks!"
Misty got an idea in her head. "You know, you should join the music group! We have different levels and different types, so you'd probably be in "Composition"!"
Dawn tilted her head. "Music group!"
Misty broke out into an almost-ramble. "Yeah! See, our school is huge on the arts! In the music group, there are 5 different types of groups, all of different levels. There's Band, which is the lowest level, and includes all instruments, then Strings, which includes just stringed instruments like violin, then Jazz, which includes brass instruments, Piano, which is self-explanatory, and Composition!" she paused to take a breath, "Composition is the highest level, and you can only get in by auditioning. Most people don't make it in on their first try. Usually they audition a year earlier, but since you're new, they'll definitely make an exception," she paused again as she looked at Dawn's questioning expression. "Oh right, I should probably tell you what they do in the class. Well, the school bought a couple of grand pianos and multiple keyboards and upright pianos just for this. Basically, you have to try and write songs based on themes that the teacher gives you. A theme is given out every 2 months, and you have to write a song and compose sheet music within that amount of time." Misty stopped, due to Dawn's gaping face. "Dawn? What's wrong?"
Dawn regained her composure before screeching out, "TWO MONTHS?! THAT'S IT?! Music can't be composed just like that!"
"Dawn-"
"And to think, these people are supposed to help us learn the art of music! That's not gonna help us, you need to have inspiration and muse! Music comes to you naturally, you can't just FORCE it out! Ugh I'm gonna have a word with them! Music is an art, you can't just "force" art out of someone, that's not okay! Just, urgh!" She ranted on and on, until Misty spoke up.
"DAWN!" Dawn took a break from her heated rant to glare at the redhead for interrupting. "Sit down, one of my friends will be here soon. They're not going to change anything, so just try to enjoy it. If you join, they'll have to add SOMETHING."
Dawn breathed an irritated sigh, abashed by her behavior. "Yeah, I hope so. Music is just really important to me."
"If you don't mind me asking, why is music so important to you?"
Dawn went to another place in her mind as she closed her eyes, this time of the past.
Ink black. That was all she saw. Ink black.
A light appeared, and suddenly she was back in the monochrome house, where she had lived through everything. Her mother.
But the object that caught her eye the most was the jaded piano in the abnormally large living room. She just started to….play. Without making a single noise, she curled her fingers to play something, anything.
Her heart was desperate to play, play the unsung tunes she filled her head with.
"It just is," Dawn replied, uncharacteristically quiet. Misty didn't take note of her suddenly sullen voice as she waved to whom Dawn assumed was that 'friend'.
"Ash! Hey!" Misty waved her freckled arm to the person called Ash. Dawn shifted her gaze, and her eyes fell onto locks of ebony colored hair sticking out of a red and white baseball cap. This said 'Ash' had tanned skin with zigzag lines on his cheeks and a stockier build, giving him a more boyish look. He was slightly taller than Misty, but looked very young next to her.
When looking into his eyes, she didn't see chocolate brown. She saw mahogany or auburn eyes, almost like the piano at home, filled with joy and passion, never-ending excitement for the world. He was bubbly, that was what Dawn noted.
"Hey MistyYYYYYY!" As he greeted the redhead, he tripped over absolutely nothing and faceplanted with the concrete floor. The girls' faces morphed into ones of concern as they stood back up and rushed over to the fallen boy. Without a word, they scooped him up by the arms and supported him with their weight, one half of his weight on their shoulders. Misty sighed, irked by the behavior of her oldest friend around her newest friend.
"Ash Ketchum, you worry me. And if you worry me, I pity your mother," she informed him while Dawn giggled at the boy's misfortune.
"Hey Mist, I'm fine though! I'm made of rubber!" He sounded proud before noticing the other girl holding him up. "Who's this?" he questioned the redhead.
Dawn answered his question, "Hi! I'm Dawn Berlitz! I'm new here, so that's why you don't know me." She grinned as her cobalt blue hair softly flowed in the wind. Misty and the other girl helped Ash onto his feet before he burst out into a slight chuckle and grinned. "I'm Ash Ketchum! Nice to meet you!" Dawn flinched slightly at his loud voice, reminding her of how the woman's loud voice that bounced off the walls at her home, filling her with nothing but self-loathing.
(Flashback)
"Mom?" the little girl cried out.
"Hello there! I'm Johanna Berlitz, and this is my daughter Dawn! Pleasure to meet you!" the woman ignored the little girl's pleas and loudly interrupted her, which the scary man in the black suit didn't note of. Ignored, ignored, ignored….
Misty saw how Dawn recoiled slightly, and hit Ash on the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for Misty?" he asked as he gingerly rubbed the back of his head.
To prevent Dawn from running away and leaving a bad impression, Misty loudly whispered, "You were being too loud! Take note of your volume sometimes!"
"Okay okay, just don't hit me!" Ash put his hands in front of his face as a defense mechanism, but Misty only sighed, irked by her friend's antics once again.
Dawn broke out into a huge grin before she started laughing. She started laughing at how they behaved with each other, and how familiar she already seemed. It seemed as if….she never left this place, never moved away from the place she once knew as 'home'.
The town she lived in when she was six hadn't changed much at all. Buildings were renovated, yes, but it still gave off the same vibe as before, eleven years before. The house she used to live in was empty until they moved back in, never changing from its initial appearance. The house was void of all belongings until they managed to haul in all the necessary materials for living, then later their own stuff to make the house more like a home.
Yet, home was wherever he was.
He was the boy that let Dawn keep living, even when she wanted to stop. He appeared in her dreams and thoughts as a distant memory, but nevertheless waited for the day when they would meet again. He was the one who saved her from the woman, that woman who belittled her and made feel like she was worth nothing, by letting her play after kindergarten each day. He stopped the small bullies that threw sand from the playpen or tanbark under the monkey bars, allowing her to be free when she could. The little bullies eventually stopped after the boy hit the leader, whose name Dawn recalled as Barry. He made this life have a home. She was safe in his arms, that's where her home was.
Yet, how could she forget his name? She vaguely remembered his appearance. Lavender hair with cold, hard onyx eyes that were closed off. Yet, they opened up to her.
But his name was long forgotten.
"What's your next class, Dawn?" she was broken out of her stupor by Misty's voice, chaining her back to reality.
Dawn pulled out her folded up schedule from her jacket pocket and assessed her classes. "Um, it looks like I have Psychology next…"
"Really?" Ash and Misty asked at the same time. "Misty and I have it too! Who's your teacher?" he eagerly asked the bluenette.
"It looks like I have Ms. Matsuki-" Dawn was interrupted by cheers from the other two. "We have her too! Why don't we walk to her class together? It looks like the bell's going to ring in a couple minutes anyway," suggested Misty. Dawn rapidly nodded her head in response.
Purple stuck out in the wind and Dawn turned her head to meet endless black, once again. But as quickly as the boy from homeroom , Paul was his name, came, he vanished as fast. "Was that Paul?" she asked her two friends.
"Hmm? The boy with purple hair? That's him. Why are you asking?" Misty questioned, suspicious of the girl's intentions.
"Can you tell me about him?" Ash and Misty looked at each other grimly, before Misty complied.
"I guess. He's kind of a loner, a huge loner. No one really knows what happened to him, but I remember that he used to be more….talkative. When he was six, no one approached him, except for this one girl. But then she moved away, and no one wanted to be his friend. Well, Ash tried, but he wouldn't accept him as a friend. I remember Ash cried for a bit." Misty snickered a bit.
"HEY!" Ash yelled.
"Anyway," Misty continued, "He kind of closed himself off from everyone, ever since he was 13…."
"Huh? Why thirteen?" Dawn interrupted Misty. The other two looked at each other grimly again, before answering.
"Everyone says his brother committed suicide." Dawn looked horrified, shocked about that.
"His brother seemed to be his chain, his way of staying happy in reality. But he just up and disappeared, leaving Paul alone. Paul hates people, hates being around the positivity. He tries his best to ignore others, especially when they approach him. If that girl was here, then I think he'd be a bit better, but since she's not, he doesn't really have anyone…..I would approach him, believe me, but he doesn't WANT it. I've barely learned a lot about him. He's one of the smartest kids in the grade, but also one of the most quiet. I would think he's just….angry. Nobody, not even the teachers, tries to talk to him. It's ironic though. He could have plenty of friends."
"How so?"
"Well, his parents are the Rebolledos. They're incredibly rich and powerful, probably more powerful than the whole city hall if they wanted that power. No one knows how they got their money, but one thing's for sure, they've got plenty of it and aren't afraid to use it. But I'm guessing…..he doesn't like their authority. Maybe he thinks people will only look at him with his name, not his personality. He might think you're just using him for an easy life and plenty of materials, even though that's not the case-"
BRINGGGG!
"Oh, that's the bell. We should get going," Ash thought. The girls nodded and they started walking to what Dawn assumed was their Psychology class.
Her thoughts were lost in purple hair and black eyes. She imagined his hair in the wind, as he turned around and stared her straight in the eyes, while the scenery changed, from the sky to the sea to the land below. There was something, something familiar about those eyes.
She scribbled down more lyrics to her new song.
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
As her friends droned on about every topic imaginable, Dawn felt the world stop as she noticed a hint of purple locks sticking out from the chattering students. Time stopped as he turned to look around, only to find her gaze on him.
Crystals shattered in her heart as she saw what was inside of him, a timeless existence of pure agony sensed by the passionate girl.
She wanted to find out who Paul Rebolledo was, who he really was. She would find out, she was sure.
I will find out who you are. And I will save you, Paul Rebolledo. She thought to herself, as she smiled before taking her first steps into the classroom.
Note: Thank you to all of those who are reading this so far. I really am excited for the plot and how it will progress. I have a general idea of what will happen, but not a complete picture. I make up things as I go, pretty often. Ms. Matsuko, for any who are wondering, is Caitlin from the Unova Elite Four, just because I feel she would make the best teacher for Psychology. I really am proud of this chapter, especially since it was so soon after I posted the Prologue! This will probably be the last chapter before I head out for school, which will leave me with VERY little time to write for this. Not to worry, I am willing to write this.
I wanted to see how Dawn would interact with Misty and Ash, plus I thought those two would complete the story a bit more. They seem like perfect friends for Dawn, not popular but not outsiders. Slowly, my friends, slowly. They'll take baby steps.
Please R&R, it would really make me happy!
Until next time, enjoy!
~ShesPeaches