Caught In The Flame

It happened again

Authors note// This fanfiction is something my Bestfriend and I will be working on together. This will probably be a series, and if we do decide to make this a series there will be 2 sequels. The photo at the top are photos of who will play the characters in this book/ fanfiction. All the way to the left is Darcy Marie Caldwell (Meagan Good). The middle is Merleah Jade Winslow (Candace Swanepoel). Then all the way to the right is Claire Michelle Jackson (Zendaya Coleman). This book/ fanfiction is a mash up between two tv series.. Gossip Girl and another one we're not going to tell you about just yet because it would give away the details, as well as involving a few of our own twists and ideas. We will try to update at least twice a week and sometimes more! Please comment what you think, this is our first time writing so criticism is welcome because we need to know if we should keep updating and what you think! Please share with your friends! We hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 It Happened Again

There she was, standing before me. The same brown hair and big brown eyes, and 5"9' still towering over me. I couldn't believe it was really her, the truth standing right in front of me. Holding a little notebook I would have guessed was a diary, and by the look on her face it was full of something she dreaded to share. She looked at me, with a hint of fear and regret? Maybe for ever deciding to come back, or if she even was back. Then she handed me the little notebook and said "Everything you need to know is here, I'm sorry. Please try to understand. One day I'll be able to come back and everything will return to how it was, I promise." I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I was speechless. After all this time why now? Why me? I was so in shock of seeing her, but while I was standing there with not a word spilling out, she turned and left as if she were never really there...
Then I woke up screaming. For the second night in a row, I had the same dream, or nightmare as I would call it. I couldn't help but wonder what it means. If it even means anything. All I could do now was try to focus on the present. Today. Oh God today's the first day back to school. Ugh. I guess it's time to get back to our "normal" lives. After all that's why we moved back to California instead of spending our Sophmore year in Paris like we had planned. So me and my friends could try to go back to how things were, although we knew that wouldn't be possible after the last summer we all spent together, but no one had to know. It was just us three who knew, and we intended to keep it that way. Anyway I'm Merleah Jade Winslow. I live with my bestfriends Darcy and Claire in Calabasas, California. Yes yes I know we're only Sophmores in High School, but my grandparents thought it would be a good idea for me and my bestfriends to have a place of our own. Besides they love to find any way to flaunt how much money they have. Some would say I was lucky to have the life I lived, but they didn't know the baggage that came with the lifestyle. Everyone had to think I was perfect, even the smallest slip up would make a big difference to my grandparents, but it's not like they would punish me. They never have. It was always just the same old lecture of how I should "do better" and "make a better name for the Winslow family".... blah blah blah. It was always the same old thing, but us being from the upper east side of New York, it was expected. Especially when your family was "sooo successful" and how you have "eyes watching you wherever you go." It all sounded like crap to me. People would always tell Darcy and I how they don't understand how we even became friends at all. We're complete opposites, but our response would always be, she was my Blair and I was her Serena and well, we belonged together. After a while we met Claire and we all instantly clicked. We were all different. Claire was the youngest. She was shy, quiet and kind of the peace maker of the group. She also knew how to have a good time. She was very smart, and hardly ever missed a day of school. She's always studying and getting her work done. Darcy was the oldest. She was the protective one of us. She was also all about getting revenge on people. If you wanted to get even with someone or either blackmail someone, Darcy was the one you go to. She even put her devious mind to fun things as well such as pulling pranks on people. She was very smart, but she wasn't like Claire smart and always had her nose in a book, she was just smart and payed attention. As for me well, my friends call me the 'It girl' of Calabasas. Even though I don't see it. I remember one time I was saying how I don't need anyone or any other friends except for Claire, and Darcy. Then Darcy had said 'Yea right. Everywhere we go people, or 'friends' would run up to you like you were famous or something just to give you a hug and say 'hi' or 'hey Merleah'" anyway I'm also the outgoing one of the three of us. I once had someone tell me I'm kind of like a girl version of Louis Tomlinson. I also love fashion. I may not be as smart as Claire, or Darcy in school, but I made A's and B's, and occasionally C's which is pretty good, but I was fashion smart. Although I would never wear anything that wasn't designer. That would be ridiculous. I was also street smart and as I said before Fashionably smart. The girls always ask me my opinion on their outfits to see if they were okay. Even though they still wouldn't change their outfits if I just commented on one part of it, but they would know if what they had on was completely wrong, and if it was, they would immediately change. So yea that's pretty much the three of our personalities. I wouldn't trade them for anything. After all we've been through hell and back and still found our way back to each other. Even though we lost a few friends on the way, but that's understandable considering what we all went through, but we will always have the memories. Some wonderful and some we all wished to forget even though we know that's not possible. Even though we all know we would never utter a word about it. Last summer is a summer we all wished to forget, I still cry myself to sleep at night thinking about-- I was jumped away from my thoughts when Darcy yelled up the stairs "Merleah! Time to get up! It's our first day back to school!" and so the torture begins.