SatansAYankeeFan, thanks for the awesome review, you rock, but I know I do that and I tend to get carried away in the dialouge. I'll explain more next time.

And Mediatorbrat, don't worry. I am working that into the story. You'll get your answers in the next few chapters.

So I did the only thing I could do, I hated doing this but...I closed my eyes and shifted.

"Advil! Advil!" I cried after appearing outside the door. "Anyone have any Advil?" My head was in my hands with a splitting headache.

"Haven!" Mom said and rushed to me.

"Mom! I have a headache. Please...please don't yell." I told her.

"Is she alright?" Jesse asked comming over.

"Yeah." I told him. "No burns, no scratches. Just a headache."

"Yeah, shifting headache. They hurt like a bi-"

"Greg, language." Paul cut his son off.

"I got an Advil but I don't kno if it's going to help that or not." CeeCee said digging into her purse.

"What's going on in there?" Father Dom asked.

"Just, get everyone out of the school." I said.

"Why? What's wrong?" CeeCee wanted to know.

"She set a fire in there." I said. "Hannah, she set a fire. Just get everyone out of the school!" I said and mumbeled. "This is too much for one day."

"We'll come back and deal with Hannah later." Greg told me. "Lets just get out before she burns the whole school down."

Career Day got cancelled and the fire was managed to be put out. None of the school was harmed, except that room which was a new installment to the school anyway, and everyone got sent home early.

Then Rae called us and invited me and my mom to have dinner with her and her parents at Monty's. The place is really nice. So I dressed nice. I usually don't wear skirts but it's California and we're going to a nice resutarant. I had to make an acception. I wore a green(not too light, not to dark) colour silk skirt with black lace around it. (A/N:I've actually seen this skirt before. It's really nice.) and a black silk shirt. It looked nice. I washed my hair, dried it and curled some parts of it. Oh yeah, have I mentioned I have no clue in the world how to use a curling iron? Well, I don't.

When we got there they already had a table for us and we sat down. It was just the 5 of us. It looked kind've weird. 1 guy and 4 girls. When the waitress came up to order mom had a surprised look on my mom's, Adam's, and CeeCee's face.

"Kelly? Kelly Prescott? Is that you?" My mom asked her and she looked up.

"Suze?" She said.

"Oh my gosh!" Adam laughed. "It is her!" CeeCee hti his arm and I laughed.

"Yeah, wow. Don't you look different. I thought you'd be in some like Holywood fashion place insted of waitressing here. What? Didn't Paul make enough money to keep you out of work?" Mom joked.

"We're divorced." She said.

"Really? Wow, what a shocker!" CeeCee said sarcasticly.

"Look," she said rudely, "I don't have all night. Are you ready to order or not?"

"Oh yeah." Mom said. "Sure." In the end we ended up with 4 diet Pepsi's, a Sprite, 2 orders of fries, 2 club sandwhichs and a salad and some garlic bread.

After about 10 minutes food was served and I got up the nerve to ask mom one more.

"What were you talking about today?" I asked her. "In the lobby?"

"Oh, honey. That's nothing." She said kind've nervous.

"Yes, mom." I demanded. "It is somthing. If it involves me I have a right to know."

"I want to know too!" Rae said. "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Maybe we should tell Haven." Adam added in. "Besides. She's 15 years old. She's be going long enough with secrets being kept from her."

"Mom." I said. "You could never look me in the eye without crying. I think I got the idea but you've been keeping secrets from me for far too long." I dug my hand in the pocket of the leather jacket that was hanging on the back of my chair and took out the picture. "I found this picture. Now tell me, or I'll go to him myself."

"So, I see you did find out who it was." Mom said to me and I folded my arms across my chest and slumped back in my chair.

"How could I not? I look exactly like him. Paul kinda tipped me off there too, but, I want to know why you've been keeping it a secret from him, and from me, for all these years."

"Maybe later." Mom said quickly.

"No." I said. Stubborn, much? "If you're not going to tell me, I'll find out myself." I got up, swung my jacket around my shoulders and headed out. I walked home first and changed. I'm not going to go running around Carmel in a silk skirt and shirt. No way! Insted I changed back into a pair of jeans that were ripped in the knees, a black shirt, and a pair of my navy blue Converse high-tops.

I was all revved up. Who wouldn't be after their own mother was keeping a secret about their father from them for 15 years? So I went to someone who I knew would know. Well, at least tell me if who I guessed was my father was right. Father Dom.

"Shouldn't you be asking your mother about this, Haven?" He asked me pacing around his office while I was sitting in a chair.

"I did. She won't tell me." I told him fiddeling with my necklace again. I actually went a full night without it falling off.

"Well then." He said. "All I know is that you're right, about Jesse I mean. He is your father but anything beyond that I have no knowledge of what-so-ever."

"Still, I want to know why she kept it a secret from me for so long." I said cracking my knuckles. (A/N:I have a big addiction to cracking my knuckles!)

"Oh, Haven, don't do that please. The sound is-er-disturbing." I put my hands down on the chairs arm rests. Then I heard the office door open.

"Haven? Oh, I knew you were here. What exactly are you doing here?" I looked up at mom. "Oh, you didn't tell her, did you?"

"Susannah!" Father Dom bellowed loudly. "You shouldn't be keeping these things from your daughter. I really thought you were going to come out and tell her when you gave her that necklace. You seen the look on Jesse's face when he seen that around her neck! He gave that to you when you graduated."

"But, mom. Why?" I got up quickly pushing the chair back. "I'm 15 years old. I can handle it."

"Maybe we should discuss this at home." Mom said.

"Good idea!" Father D said pointing his pointer finger in the air. "You better tell her, Susannah." His eyes narrowed as I pulled on my jacket again and we left.

"Now," I said plopping down on the couch, "tell me."

"Ok." Mom said sitting down next to me. "It all started like this..."