Disclaimer: As everyone should know, I don't own any of the characters in this story. I'm just borrowing them. :\

AN: Here's another chapter. ::Sigh:: I guess I'm writing this before I finish my ExT ficcie after all. Well, enjoy. Like all authors, reviews just make my day. Hint hint. :D

"Dawn?"

"Dawn! Are you listening to me?"

Dawn's head slowly lifted up from her breakfast to meet Willow's anxiety-ridden expression. "Yes, Willow," she droned.

"Really?" Willow crossed her arms over her chest, a bit fed up with the young girl. Willow knew she was still having a tough time, but the brunette didn't seem to want to give anybody a break. "Then can you please tell me what I just told you?"

"I'm suppose to go to the Magic Shop later and Giles will watch me while the Scooby gang goes on their nightly patrol," Dawn replied matter-of-factly, while throwing her notebook and a few other belongings into her black backpack. "Now if you're done, I have to get to school."

Wordlessly, Dawn left the house and continued her daily ritual of walking to summer school, alone.

Willow sighed. She didn't mean to be so rude to Dawn. It was hard on all of them, even after almost a year. Buffy's death wasn't easy. And it didn't look like it was getting any easier. Troubled, Willow turned around to cook breakfast for the still sleeping Tara.

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History class was always a bore. She sighed and jotted down a few notes on what the teacher was saying. Who cares about what happened in history anyway? It had long ago past and it'll never be again, so why should it matter?

"Ye' knows why it mat'ers, young one."

Dawn tensed and looked around, suspiciously eyeing a couple of her classmates to see if any of them had said it or even heard it.

"Wha' is ye' lookin' fer?" came the amused chuckle. Dawn's eyes narrowed, her gaze still doubtful of those around her.

"Dawn. Please pay attention." She blinked when Mrs. Berks scolded her sternly. Dawn smiled meekly in response and forced herself to listen to the mindless dribble.

She stared down at her blue spiral bound notebook but she couldn't focus. It was too hard. Her mind continually drifted back to everyone she cared about. Why wouldn't they get out of her head? Why couldn't they leave her alone? She was sick of them.

"Dawn. Ye' knew how life was befer 'em. Does ye' remem'r?"

The brunette swallowed uneasily, squirming in her seat. "How did you know that?" she breathed softly. The voice chuckled, "I am ye' Dawn. And it is also true fer the op'site."

"What?" Dawn questioned somewhat loudly.

Mrs. Berks blinked at Dawn quizzically, "Well, the Powhatan tribe wanted absolute power in the James River area," the woman looked down at her notebook, studying her notes, "but you see a man by the name of De La Warr raided the Indian villa-"

"That's not how it happened."

"Excuse me?" the dumfounded teacher asked.

"You heard me."

Mrs. Berks wrinkles showed on her forehead as she searched the textbook, ignoring the rudeness of Dawn's cold voice. "Well dear, it says in-"

Dawn stood up. "Whatever is in the book, are all lies!" she interrupted once more, this time quite harshly.

The teacher looked appalled and her classmates were whispering softly all around her. "Dawn if you don't quiet down I would have to send you to the office."

"They're all lies Dawn. And ye' knows it. Ye' knows it," came the reassuring voice.

The young girl stood frozen in her place as her teacher's face turned into the face of a old, wise man. He looked quite ancient wrapped in a dull red garment with intricate designs, his arms head and neck were adorned with beautifully hand-crafted jewelry.

She looked around at her fellow students when their whispering had quieted down. They too were bizarrely dressed like the man, except their clothing weren't quite as elaborate. The feeling of hatred radiated off of their bodies.

"The time has come my people! They have betrayed us! We will fight for our families!" The voice of absolute leadership came from the old man in a language Dawn had never heard before, but her brain seemed to translate the language into English for her.

The cheers arose from all around her rushing to her ears. It was deafening. Dawn looked on highly perplexed as the scene changed to a forest with a large clearing in the middle, filled with men, women and children. She edged closer, uncertain.

"Daddy!" Cried a little blonde girl as she threw herself at a gruff man.

"Bloody hell, Kara! You're goin' to give daddy a backache!" The girl giggled in response and buried her head into her father's shoulder. She could feel the emotions between the two, the love. Dawn's lips curved into a smile at the intense feeling.

Without warning, a war cry sounded in the distance and the garmented men she saw earlier rapidly rushed from all corners of the forest, weapons in hand.

Dawn watched in horror as the father got speared from behind and the little girl shrieked in fear. She watched as both sides battered each other for land, neither side ever thinking of sharing. The bloodshed was too much as she watch the men tear each other to shreds. The worst thing was, she could feel all their pain. Every cut, scrape, and scream felt as if it was coming from her. It hurt so much. She wanted it all to stop...

In a flash she was back in the sunny classroom. With the birds chirping outside and all stares on her. Her breath came out in heavy huffs as shock and immense torment was written all over her face. Tears brimmed in her trauma-filled orbs.

Mrs. Berks was worried as one of her students looked as if she was about to faint from shock. Immediately she rushed over to the youngest of the Summers and gripped her shoulders, trying to get the girl to focus on her. "Dawn!"

Dawn's darting eyes landed on her for a moment before she broke from her grasp and she ran out of the door. "Dawn!" she could hear everyone calling after her, but she didn't stop.