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...
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The first day of school at T.C. Williams came around quickly and Dahlia can practically feel herself bouncing in her seat, she could barely contain her excitement. Her father decided to open up his shop a little later in order to drive his baby girl off to school on her first day. Unlike his daughter however, he wasn't shaking in a good way. In fact, as he glances over to his daughter and grips the steering wheel tightly, you could say he was downright terrified.
"Oh, I can't wait to get to school, daddy-o!" Doll began her excited chatter in a wispy voice, her eyes aglow with glee. She didn't seem to notice her father's discomfort as he sat stiffly next to her in the driver's seat.
"I'll finally be able to see the guys again!" She continues as Danny simply takes a deep and much needed breath in order to calm himself down, before nodding solemnly at Dahlia's words. He really didn't have the heart to tell Doll that things weren't going to be how she pictured at school. He knew she had a somewhat naive idea that just because the boys at camp got along, the rest of the community would do the same.
"Darlin'..." He begins in a low, but shaky voice. This caught Dahlia's attention instantly. She rarely ever heard her father speak like this, especially with that tone. The last time he used that tone of voice, was the last time she saw her momma.
"I know you think this'll be easy, but I want you to remember that things don't change overnight, all right?" He warns cryptically. Dahlia was silent for a bit as she tried to understand what exactly he was getting at. They remain silent in the car until the view of the school could finally be seen in the distance.
"What's going on?" Dahlia asks leaning forward in her seat as she catches a glimpse of what seemed to be a mob of people surrounding the school. Danny grips the steering wheel a bit harder as he gazes at the sight in front of him.
"Seems like they're protestin'," He answers causing the glow in Dahlia's eyes to fade ever so slightly. She could feel herself grow angry, but quickly shoves it away. She understood now... So, this is what her father meant.
"Wow," she breathes as the car slows to a creep, coming up behind traffic. Danny glances at his daughter and places a hand on her head in an attempt to cheer her up some.
"Just remember to take things one step at a time, got that, Doll?" Dahlia only nods, distracted with the amount of angry adults who were being forced and held back by police. She could barely read some of their signs that read "ALEXANDRIA MOTHERS AGAINST BUSING" and "WHEN WE'RE RIGHT WE RIGHT." She just couldn't understand what they were so upset about. She let out a heavy sigh and turns to kiss her daddy on the cheek.
"I'll see you at home daddy. Wish me luck!" She smiles before opening her car door.
"Hold on, baby!" Danny calls out just before she could step out. Surprised, Dahlia turns back to her father with knitted brows.
