Prologue - Blame It On My Gypsy Soul
3RD PERSON, P.O.V.
Dawn Nixon. No home. No family. Just the old battered leather bag filled with four tops, five bottoms and three sweaters, and a big black backpack that seemed to have silver lines on it, filled with a brush, tooth brush and other essentials and a few red leather booklets and journals. Dawn is 17 years old and lives with the grief from her past. Her mother; Brynn, her father; Isaiah, and her brother; Malik who were so close together, were torn apart from her much too quick.
But Dawn was strong, she had a lot of fight in her, and still does. Before her family died, when she was 7 years old, she was taught her religion like most children learn. But her family was a little different, they were Gypsies. Brynn was always moving to different places and every time Dawn would ask, "How do you know when we get there, if we don't know where were going?"
"Not all who wander are lost, my darling." Brynn would say every time and smiled brightly down at her daughter. "You can feel it, sense when your there, it's a warm feeling, the sun may seem brighter, or maybe the flowers and nature around you smells fresher. Then you'll know."
Dawn looked exactly like her mother too with long black hair, almond-shape grey eyes and a small button nose. She stood at 5'8" including the 2 inch heel on her brown leather knee-length boots. They were the only pair she had, but most in importantly they were a gift, from her grandfather, Nicolas.
Dawn was reunited with her mothers, father. Her grandpa that she thought the world of. Back when she was around 3 years old Brynn was still traveling with her parents, and that meant everyone had to pack up the things that they had and leave. But Dawn's grandmother, Freya, hated Isaiah with all her heart. His heritage was German from his fathers side and American from his mother. Freya and Nicolas were survivors from the holocaust and Freya will never forgive what monsters she saw in people who were once neighbours, now killing her family with guns and knifes. Nicolas was Freya's saviour, he found her when she was left with nothing, and she was living in the woods.
So many memories and the weight of the truth laying on Dawn's shoulders was so heavy she sometimes thought she would explode. And sometimes she did.
Coming to Canada was Dawn's idea of a fresh start, plus she had to keep moving. Maybe she really can find something good in wherever she'd end up, finding herself, maybe even finding love and happiness.
However, when it comes to love and happiness, comes truth. Can Dawn ever find someone she can tell her story to without them leaving? Can she stay away from her past when familiar faces come into view? Could she even pretend for a little while to have a normal life?
When things go up, it must come down.
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