The Girl who Saved Dallas Winston (A Dally Fanfic)

1. Hello Tulsa

    Before the story starts I want to give some trigger warnings. This story will involve sexual assault, abuse, sexual interactions, foul language, blood, and more. If that isn't your thing feel free to read another book. But if you are deciding to stay, thank you

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   It's the very end of summer, the year is 1965, I just arrived in Tulsa Oklahoma which I guess is my new home. I cannot say I am excited to have left New York. I belong in the city and the opportunities that it brings.

  I know every girl and their Mother should be best friends but I regrettably can't stand her half of the time I guess our personalities clash. I am promising myself that the second I am old enough to move back to NYC I will. I have too much-unfinished business there to stay away.

  But that wouldn't be realistic for another year and a half. I turn 17 soon and I couldn't be more upset to leave my friends at such an unfortunate time. Plus as much as I hate to admit it I'm scared to attend public school. I'm used to my private all-girls high school because of my mother's insistence. Now I'm up for a change because Tulsa has no options, so that means boys. Of all things, this is also my senior year, the one where you are allowed to have the most fun, and I'm starting senior year here in boring Tulsa with no friends. Yes I know I am a little young for my grade, Mother says it's that way because I'm so smart.

  But for now, I go where Mother goes. But why and how did Mother and I end up in the west side of Tulsa Oklahoma? Because of family, Mother thought it would be best to move close to her home. Aunt Kathy is the only member she has left, the only family we have left, and Tulsa is her and Mother's original home. That's why I am writing in this journal, I want to document my time here and the changes that this country life will bring. I cannot say I am excited, but for Mother's sake, I will try my best to comply. Anyhow, I should probably get going, I still have unpacking to do but I do hope I keep these entries consistent.
  
   Sincerely,
    Christine Landon

  I smile closing up my journal excited to start this new tradition in my life. I've always wanted to journal and I did try a few times when I was younger. My mother insisted I use a diary as a way to connect to God, I always dreaded writing for anyone's purpose but my own, that's why this time my journal is just for me. I hope that one day I can look back at the entries and smile at the memories.

Memories- not letters of forgiveness to God. I must admit that I did not get into writing a diary by myself, my father gifted me one on my 10th birthday and since then I have kept one. In some ways it makes me feel closer to him. He mailed me the diary, just as he has mailed me every birthday and Christmas card since the dawn of time. As much as I cherish his gifts and cards, I do wish he would have grown the balls to give them to me in person.

"Christine, Aunt Kathy is here! She brought dinner!" Mother yells from downstairs distracting me from my writing.

"Coming!" I yell in reply straightening my plaid skirt and headband before running down the stairs.

"Hello Christine," Aunt Kathy smiles as she walks through the door with a basket in hand.

  "Hi Auntie," I reply with a smile on my face, "Can I help carry anything,"

  "Yes, why don't you take the basket? Just be careful it is quite heavy,"

  "Sure," I reply before grabbing it from her hands.

  "Come set it over here Christine," Mother demands before setting some plates on the table. Of course, I comply and drop the basket on the table.

  "I made my famous tuna mushroom casserole, I know it's nothing special but I figured you guys weren't ready to host anything major," Auntie explains as she unpacks the basket and sets the pan out to serve everyone a piece.