Dawn's POV
"No Alyson. I will not sneak out to Luke Hemmings' party tonight!" I look at my friend in shock.
"Oh come on Dawn. Why not?" She pleads.
"Okay. One, I don't like him,and he doesn't like me. Two, it's Thursday. Who the heck throws a party on Thursday! And three, I have color guard practice tonight. I can't go, or Ben is gonna be mad at me."
"Tsk tsk tsk. You're such a preacher's daughter."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I exclaim.
"Dawn. Your father is the preacher of a prestigious Baptist church. I've known you since kindergarten, and the worst thing I've ever seen you do, is steal that one bratty kid's mechanical pencil."
I just smile and shake my head.
Alyson murmurs something, that I don't pay attention to. Little does she know what I do when no one's watching...
Hello everyone! This is my first story so I'm sorry if it sucks balls. And I know this chapter is short, but I promise they will get longer. But for now, let's all go enjoy some pizza and whatever else we want!
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Preacher's Daughter (Punk L.R.H.)
FanfictionDawn Webb is the preacher's daughter. The 'good girl'. The quiet girl in the back of the class. Or at least that's what everyone thinks. What week happen when she meets the blue eyed bad boy town? All Rights Reserved Started: June 29th 2016
