Dahlia Black (OC), also known as Doll, a new girl with a passion for football and photography moves into the Titans' life from sunny California. She's a blend of girly and sporty, and is lucky to join the Titans as they dance their way into history...
Hey! So, this is a re-post of a story I wrote on 'fanfiction.net' back in 2014. I made small fixes to the story, but it's basically the same. I'm hoping to pick this story back up after I sift through the already written chapters and spruce them up.
I thoroughly enjoy Remember The Titans and have watched it WAY too many times to be considered healthy. WARNING! There will be swearing and some racial slurs used in this story. In no way does that reflect me as a person, it's only to remain accurate to the time frame reflected in Remember The Titans.
Hope you enjoy!
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Driving down the winding roads towards Virginia, a shiny black Chevelle could be seen speeding on by. In said car, was a father and his only daughter who was busy holding up one of her babies, a Canon AV-I, shooting photos of the amazing view from her opened window. It was a special gift from her father, especially since it was the only of its kind out at the time. Photography was her passion, and she was pretty dang good at it too.
"Daddy, you still ain't told me how you managed to snag one of these puppies. They ain't even been released yet!" The young girl asks as she lowers her camera gently down on her lap while glancing over to her father. Said man was quite good looking for his age, he seemed to hold a greaser look from the 50s. His dark hair always slicked up and back into a stylish pompadour, his bright green eyes still held a childish and slightly mischievous glint to them, and his clothing consisted of a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans.
"Now you know I can't go revealing all my secrets, Doll." He answers calling his daughter by her beloved nickname with a slight Brooklyn drawl to his voice, much like his daughter's. She smiles at him before shaking her head and laughing lightly at him.
"Did you do a trade for little ol' me? Come on Pops, I ain't clueless!" She teases while pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Much like her father, Doll (or Dahlia) was quite the looker. She had a full head of hair the color of rich dark chocolate that once waved beautifully down to her mid-back. However, due to the recent move she decided to cut most of it off so that her hair now stopped just above her shoulders. New place, new look she had told herself. She had kind hazel eyes upon her heart shaped face, and lovely lips that seemed to be in a constant pout. She was dressed nicely in a fitted white top and flowing dark blue high waisted skirt that went down to just below her knees. She had wanted to dress more appropriately so she could perhaps blend in a little more. Something told her shorts and a tank top were more for the beaches of her previous home rather than the conservative environment they were heading to.
"If you already know then why ask? Of course I did a trade! I always get the best for my baby girl." He barks out while reaching over to mess her hair up causing her to slap his hands away.
