It's the start of the 90s, and seriously out of style Vanessa tries to navigate the struggles of growing up without the guidance of her parents. Meanwhile Dallas Winston, the boy next door returns back in town after a year away...
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November 2nd, 1991. 11:43 A.M.
As the seasons changed, and weeks droned on, a premature winter took hold of the town. It happened almost overnight, the skies dimmed in colour and the temperatures plummeted. At this time of the year, Vanessa was left with little happiness. It wasn't just the cold weather, and dreariness that seemed to linger everywhere, it couldn't have been just that.
These weeks had been hard without him. He was off in god knows where and she felt stuck in this town. It was everything at once and nothing, all at the same time.
The plan was put on hold, or completely done with. She still didn't know if he was ever going to return, yet held onto the glimmer of hope that he would.
She didn't even know about the love affair between her own best friend and long time crush, as they too had to hide their love from everyone around them. The pair had been taking turns to keep Vanessa busy, when all they wanted to do was expose their true feelings and to openly embrace each other in the halls.
Vanessa was sick of relying on them. She hadn't even so much as looked at Daniel in any special way, he was a background thought for once in her life. She ended up joining the school newspaper club to get her mind off of Dallas and show some independence apart from Lindsey.
In the middle of Math class, Vanessa scribbled ideas for articles. Her role was one of three correspondent's. She had no idea why the school would need so many, when nothing much happened.
The dull classroom held no real inspiration. Vanessa leaned leg over knee on the outskirts of the room, so that she was avoided by the teacher's gaze. The heater bristled in the corner, humming a softened tune of warmth that only seemed to reach those in it's cross fire.
Although the teachers had picked up that Vanessa was struggling, with her grades dropping even more. They only threatened to call her parents if she didn't do better. She would lie and lie, over and over. All Vanessa would say was that she was tired. In truth she was, sleeping had become yet another distant memory.
