Hey everyone, This is my first DC fic, i've been a fan of PJ for so long, and I mainly read Dawson fic over at Pages Of True Love, but I've been writing and reading "The O.C" fics over here for a while, so I thought I'd give Dawson's a try. This is also posted at Pages Of True Love, I'm ahead over there. Well ENJOY :)

Disclaimer- Don't own a thing, I'm 17!

Summary- They don't know eachother. They will though Joey isn't as in character as she should be, but the way I look at it, it's fanfic...so I can do that .

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She looked up at the big school, unsure of what to think. In only a matter of a month her life went from perfect to a living nightmare. She was 16 years old and in the last month she had gone through more than a normal person goes through in a lifetime.

Exactly 30 days ago, well in two hours, but who was counting? She certainly wasn't. 30 days ago her mother had died of breast cancer. Sure she'd been sick for years, but the doctors said she was recovering remarkably. You know those stories where the person is dying and they give them the whole "6 months to live" bit? Well her mother hadn't gotten that. She'd been in remission for 2 years and 14 days. Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere it was back. This girl had gone to bed one night, absolutely ecstatic because she had been nominated for homecoming queen. She wasn't worrying that tonight could be the last night she'd ever see her mother. She hadn't been warned. But, the next morning her mother was dead. Dead. Just like that, there was no preparation, no good-byes, nothing. She was dead and there was nothing anyone could do to bring her back.

2 weeks and 3 days after her mother had died, her father was arrested for trafficing cocaine. He was sentenced to 8 years in prison. 8 years.

She was 16 and parentless. Her sister was 22 and engaged to her black boyfriend and the last thing she needed or wanted was the responsibility of her 16 year old sister. Nevertheless it's what the cards dealt her. So her sister married the black boyfriend, and moved the three of them to a small, no wait, smaller then small town called Capeside, Massachusetts.

In a matter of a month, she lost both her parents, one dead and one useless, because he thought the best way to make money was by doing something illegal. She had to leave the one place she had ever called home, Albany, New York. She had to leave her boyfriend of 1 year, 3 months and 18 days, who come on, wasn't about to commit to a long distance relationship. So he dumped her. With all the shit going on in her life he dumped her, he couldn't even maybe wait a little while before dropping the bomb on her. She had to leave her three best friends, who granted had always been there for her, however, she knew that friendship would go no where. They were all popular and they had other worries. Like sleeping with the popular guy, getting drunk and partying, and the latest style. And yes she admitted she had been like that to an extent. But it had never taken over her life, she was a smart girl with a "good head on her shoulders" or so everyone claimed.

So here she was, in fucking Capeside, Massachusetts. Population: 10,345. (Maybe a little more, or a little less. She had learned that the town hadn't actually counted the town census since 2001, which was like 2 years ago. A lot happens in 2 years, she though. A lot happens in a month.) 8 hours and 42 minutes away from her home, without traffic. She was living with her sister and brother-in-law in the Bed and Breakfast they had bought from the previous owner. She knew absolutely no one, however she thought that would probably change soon. Already they had recieved about 12 pies, 6 fruit baskets, and like 100 cards from residents of the town "welcoming" them to the community. They were probably just new gossip to the townspeople, everyone would be trying to figure out their story. It was definitely a gossip worthy one.

She continued to look at the school in front of her. Capeside High School. How original. At that moment she decided that she was gonna make the best of the sucky situation she was in.

Sure her mom was dead.

Her dad was in jail for selling drugs.

She was living with her newly married sister and her husband, who probably just thought she was a nusiance and asked themselves everyday why they deserved this.

She was hours away from the place she grew up.

Her boyfriend had dumped her and she'd come to the conclusion she never really had true friends.

But why dwell? Here she was in a new place. She could completly start over. Be a new person. Have a little fun. She could put the past behind her and move on. She could get a new boyfriend, or maybe boyfriends? Find new friends, who she cared about and who cared about her and who she could have real fun with. She was 16, a junior in high school and she wasn't going to make a bad first impression on these people. High school was supposed to be the best days of her life right?

She walked up the steps to the school and took one last deep breath. Here went nothing. She was ready.

Things could only get better. That's what they say, isn't it?

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