Danny Brooker, District Three

DANNY . ANN . BROOKER

i'll .:. keep .:. trying .:. to .:. live .:. this .:. lie .:. for .:. you

. Basic Info

Are you swimming upstream,
In an ocean of blue?
Do you feel like you're sinking?

My parents will try and tell you that my name's Danielle, but let's get one thing straight right now - I go by Danny. Nothing else. My friends call me Danny, my sister calls me Danny, I sign my name as Danny... in fact, besides my parents, I think the only thing that calls me Danielle is my birth certificate, and that's just a worthless piece of paper. I'm seventeen years old and one of two kids - my little sister, Alex (not Alexandria, no matter what my parents say), is twelve years old and by far my favorite person in the world. We live in District Three, and our family is pretty rich. Rich enough, in fact, that Alex and I will probably never have to work a day in our lives. But don't jump to conclusions and assume that I'm the luckiest person in the world, because I'm not. In fact, I'm about as far from lucky as you can get.



. Appearance

Are you sick of the rain,
After all you've been through?
Well I know what you're thinking.

No one would guess that Danny comes from a wealthy family by glancing at her. In fact, most people who don't know who she is assumes she's an orphan from the rough part of town. She can usually be found in blue jeans, oversized t-shirts or plaid button ups, and scuffed up sneakers, earning her title as the tomboy of the district. Not only are her clothes usually too big, but their often worn or stained. If it weren't for her feminine features and long hair, Danny could easily be mistaken for a boy - and her name doesn't help that fact very much. They say this is a step back for her, though, and that back in the old days she wore dramatic make-up, piercings, and too-tight clothing in her quest to be rebellious. It's impossible to picture now - Danny wouldn't glance at lip gloss or eyeliner if her life depended on it, and won't even wear so much as a pair of earrings to the fanciest of occasions.

Her hair clashes with her tomboy dress, though. A long, wild mane of dark blonde locks, she would never dream of cutting it short or pulling it back. Layered, she often cuts it herself, not trusting anyone else with her cherished locks. While it's always clean, her air usually isn't well brushed, tangled and frizzy at the top. It is her personal symbol of the rebellion that left her actions but never her attitude. While Alex loves her hair, her parents (especially her mother) despise it, pulling it up into a tight bun whenever they go somewhere special or important, though it is never wrestled into neatness without Danny complaining a thousand times about how the hairstyle hurts her scalp. It's a nervous habit of hers to reach up and twist a few strands around her fingers or tuck it behind her ear and then pull it back out again. The shorter layers almost always fall into her eyes, and she makes little to no effort to move them - an annoyed puff of breath blown up her face is the best she can manage before giving up.

Her forehead is rather large, especially since the hair above it rises upward before falling into her face. The lucky thing is that it is relatively free of acne except for the occasional pimple rising every now and then, but a mixture of genetics and good fortune have blessed her with fairly good skin. If one were to move aside the strands the hide a third of her face, they would find a jagged scar on the upper left side of her face. It's not accidental, the way it's concealed - that scar is a secret that Danny doesn't want anyone to know. Her eyebrows are set considerable low on her face, often shadowing the beauty below.

Her eyes, framed by dark but short lashes, are an attractive shade of seafoam green. Pale and often distant, they lack the fire and emotion that once filled them with a startling intensity. She often squints because of bad vision and her refusal to where glasses, making her eyes look smaller than they really are. Bags hang under them from many nights she spent staring at her cieling, making constalations in the rough surface for lack of her own personal stars. In their full glory her eyes could be quite beautiful, but then again, so could many things. Currently, the only thing that can put the light back in the green orbs is Alex, and even for her it is an uncommon feat. Something stole the life from Danny's eyes, something horrible. And, by the hunger that lurks behind the emptiness, one thing can be determined for certain - she wants it back.

Her nose is long and narrow, fanning out rather abruptly at the end. On each side are strong, prominent cheekbones that lead into hollow cheeks. Her jaw is rather angular and cuts forward into an upturned chin, above which rather puffy lips can be found. They're rarely pulled outward into a smile, more often pursed in displeasure or slight annoyance, but hide two rows of nearly perfect white teeth. Her laugh, a rare sound these days, is beautiful to listen to, clear and like music. Only her sister can draw it out of her now, though, much to her parents' distress.

Her neck curves smoothly into wide but delicate shoulders. Her collarbone is considerably prominent as well as her ribs, but her chest is not flat. With attractive curves, that is one part of her feminine nature that Danny cannot hide. Her arms are long and thin, practically skin and bones, with large hands and long, skinny fingers. Underneath the jagged edges of bitten down nails, dirt can often be found, tinting the normally wide color yellow and brown. She used to wear nail polish of all the brightest colors, but now she won't so much as touch the stuff. On one of her knuckles, which are rather large from her bad habit of cracking them, has a small scar from a bee sting that she could never stop picking at. To this day she still often scratches it. Bruises can often be found on her limbs, considerably noticable against her pale skin.

Wide hips lead into surprisingly skeletal legs with knobby knees and large feet. Her toes, surprisingly small, curl downward with often dirty and tiny nails. When she isn't wearing her worn sneakers, she can be found in bare feet with dust on the bottoms and mud in all the crevices and seams. She's never been a particularily clean person, especially when it comes to her feet, although she can't stand it when people touch them.

Standing at about five foot eight, she weighs a grand total of 110 pounds, indefinitely underweight. Its easy to tell by looking at her, too - maybe if her legs didn't account for so much of her height, it would be different.

All in all, Danny could be very pretty if only something unknown in her past hadn't stolen the life from her eyes, her face, her laugh, and her limbs. Perhaps, someday, she'll have that all back and be beautiful once again.

Perhaps not.



. Personality

When you can't take it,
You can make it.
Sometime soon I know you'll see.

It's easy to see that Danny's personality doesn't fit with her lifestyle. While her parents and sister are warm, open, and neat, Danny is a tomboy with an attitude, obviously trying to live her life to its fullest. While they love to socialize, Danny enjoys being in solitude, often spending her afternoons locked away alone in her room or out on the less inhabited streets of District Three. When she is near others, she is stubbornly quiet, giving sharp, quick answers to questions or not answering at all. It's not that she's uncertain when around other people - when she was younger, she could really be quite charming. It's more like she refuses to make friends, not letting anyone past her carefully constructed walls except her sister.

That's another thing anyone would notice about her right away. While she is stubborn, quiet, and has a suit of armor protecting who knows what on the inside, Danny absolutely melts for her sister. Alex brings out the best in her, and while other siblings may fight, when Danny hears that familiar small knock on her door it is always answered with a wide smile and warm words. She'd do double back handsprings if she thought it would make Alex happy. It's a friendship laced deep into their sisterhood, something that Danny never wants to lose for as long as she lives. Even in her darkest days when she was so lost she was piercing her ears twenty times and wearing thick eyeliner and bright red lipstick, Alex was still there to take her hand and lead her back into the light, even after everyone else had given up on the young teen. Danny loves her sister more than she loves anyone else in the world.

Perhaps the Brooker girl has clashes with her parents more times than would be comfortable, both during her years of rebellion and after. They expect her to be their proper, polite, beautiful young lady and she's just... not. She's a tomboy through and through who has a horrible attitude, eats with her fingers, and spands the majority of the day walking the streets on the bad side of town. It's her quiet defiance that always sparks the fight, and their unwillingness to understand that ends it with slammed doors and heated frustration. Perhaps Danny raised their expectations too high when she was younger, being everything they had ever wanted in a daughter, but those days are over and her opinion they have to understand that. The idea of compromise doesn't seem appealing to either side. However, lately, it seems that Danny has been fighting with her parents less and less, and when she does there is always a quiet heartbreak afterwards to accompany the dying anger.

Perhaps her parents created the monster, though. Danny is, without a doubt, spoiled. She's used to getting what she wants, even if she doesn't realize it. Her parents have always been able to buy her happiness up until now, so it frustrates her when she sees that she can't have any more. It doesn't mean that Danny isn't sympathetic toward those less fortunate than her - she isn't blind to the homeless people on the streets, or those who live in poverty. But she's aways taken it for granted that she's not one of them, and perhaps it is that ignorance that makes her angry when someone tells her no.

Despite all the tension in her life and a complicated past, Danny still acts childish sometimes. She always has to be the first one to create a trail of footprints through the fresh snow, enjoys stargazing with Alex during the summertime (though sometimes it's hard to see the stars through all the pollution), and enjoys long walks with her father through the woods, where they pick black raspberries and stay as silent and still as possible in their attempts to catch glimpses of the deer that wander through those areas. She's a teenage girl who's obviously trying to get the most out of life, taking every thrill and risk she can get and never looking back on past mistakes. Sometimes people wonder if there's a method behind their madness, but then they pass off her attitude toward life as that of any teen who feels immortal.

Danny's a fighter. She doesn't sit around and cry and feel sorry for herself when she has a problem - she toughs it out and waits it out or searches for an answer. One wouldn't think that hardship hits any Brooker in their big mansion with all their wealth, but money isn't the only problem people face. Danny knows that all too well. But she's shed tears over problems before and that's gotten her nowhere fast. She's only seventeen years old, but she understands that when hard times hit, she can't just sit around and do nothing. It will get her nowhere. She has to fight.

And yet, the soul of a fighter lives in the body of a weakling. Anyone would notice that Danny is underweight, and she does not hide any muscles in her skeletal limbs. She tires easily, even on short walks, and it seems that even the smallest bumps hurt her and cause bruises to bloom on her flesh. Her parents fear that she has an eating disorder, for her body wasn't always so frail, but Danny insists that she's absolutely fine. Perhaps her fragile bones are what make her so much stronger - even when she is tired, panting, and sweating, she fights to keep up with others and refuses to back down, even if her very being is humming exhaustion. When she falls and her skin become black and blue, she never sheds a single tear, instead standing right back up and acting as if nothing has happened. Danny may be delicate, but she is far from weak.

She's never been particularily smart, though she used to strive for good grades despite the effort it cost her. These days she seems to care less and less about the letters sent home to her parents, seeing school as less of a priority and more of a pain. Her parents are constantly reminding her of the future she has to work toward, but she easily ignores them, continuing to earn lower and lower grades as well as annoyance from her teachers.

Despite this, Danny has a strange fondness of reading, especially old fairytales. She'll go and read them for hours and knows them all by heart. Her favorite is the oldest one they have, the tale of a young boy named Peter Pan, who his known for his abilities to stay young forever. Perhaps she has a love of telling stories, to, for she is always doing so for Alex. She speaks of fairies and magic and enchanted forests, of great escapes and betrayal and beautiful princesses and dark curses, though only when she is around her little sister. If you were to ask her about it, she would fiercely deny everything, not wanting to expose a weakness or soft spot within herself.

Danny doesn't trust easily. If one wants her affection, they have to earn it, a wonderful feat indeed. Some people don't believe she ever trusts her parents, though of course she trusts Alex with all her heart. She is especially wary of Peacekeepers and all related to them - if one didn't know her better, they would think that the look in her eyes when she sees a flash of the white uniform is fear. But no, that can't be - this is Danny Brooker we're talking about, and Danny doesn't fear anything.

She's strange in the fact that, at seventeen, she doesn't give a thought to her future. She is forever living in the present (not daring to look back, for the past is too painful to even think about). Her parents talk to her about job opportunities and leaving the house, but Danny always changes the subject quickly. The farthest she looks ahead is tomorrow, and even then she doesn't plan too thoroughly. There is no doubt that the Brooker girl lives in the moment, but they way she does it is most strange.

She doesn't like to talk about her past, and few people bring it up. But whenever someone mentions the old Danny, her eyes get dark and distant as she remembers a world of smoke and tight clothing, and then envisions the future she almost fell into. It's no secret that Danny has had trouble with the law - the big mystery is why she suddenly ended her ways and took a new turn in life. Some people think it was Alex that brought her back to reality. Others believe that it was some kind of horrible punishment inflicted by the Keepers during her brief stay at the Detention Center. They're all wrong. Only Danny knows what made her suddenly turn for the right path all those years ago, and it's a secret she plans on keeping until her dying breath.



. History

'cause when you're in your darkest hour
And all of the light just fades away.
And when you're like a single flower
Who's colors have turned to shades of gray

Danny was born on an unusually warm day in March to a wealthy family in a beautiful neighborhood. Everything went smoothly, and the doctor proclaimed her a healthy, beautiful little baby. Her parents couldn't have been more happy. It was the year of the 45th Games, and things in District Three were going well. The industry was booming, her parents' jobs were lifting off, and everything seemed perfect. Danielle Ann Brooker was perhaps the luckiest baby alive that day, and her parents couldn't have been more delighted to finally have their daughter. Her future was looking bright - but then again, that's always how it seems in the beginning, isn't it? Even nightmares start with once upon a time.

Upon her arrival home, Danielle was showered with gifts. Even when she was less than a day old, she was spoiled. The Brookers were a very nice couple, but it's certain that they weren't very good parents. They tried to be, of course, but in the end they always took the easy way out by giving the screaming child whatever she wanted instead of telling her no every once in a while. And then her parents' friends came over and gave her nothing but attention, new clothes, and toys, and Danielle's life became even more pampered. Yes, there is no doubt that her roots were made of gold, even if ashes are all that blossomed from them.

Her development was average, and she did all the proper things at all the proper moments. Two months into her life, her mother left her father in charge of her and returned to her job. Danielle's father worked from home, and was able to keep an eye on her. In Danielle's early youth, it was always her father who took care of her, not her mother. Maybe that's why she became such a Daddy's girl. Even when her mother was home, it was Danny's dad who got up in the middle of the night to feed his screaming child while her mother rolled over and buried her face in a pillow. Danielle's first word was Dada, her first steps were toward her father, and unlike most children it was always him she cried for when she was upset rather than her mother. She always knew to treat her mom with love and respect, of course, but she was viewed less as a parent and more as a goddess in Danielle's eyes - her love was unatainable, and it was not her duty to care for a young child.

Mr. Brooker taught Danielle everything she knew, from how to speak to proper manners. Even at the age of two she was saying please, thank you, and sorry. It was Danielle's father who taught her the rights and wrongs of life and respect, and he was an excellent teacher. He knew when to scold her and praise her. He was strict but loving - everything she could have asked for in a parent. Perhaps it came from being the oldest of six children, or maybe it was simply luck that brought Danielle the perfect father.

Time went by and Danielle grew, as children tend to do. It seemed like the older she got, the more her mother went away, sometimes staying at inns on the other side of the district for days on end. Her father would bring her to the calender on the wall and help her count the days until Mommy got home, and the night before they would always eat pizza and watch movies together. Her father tried to distract her from the absence of her mother, but it was hard. Danielle would cling to her mom's leg and sob when she found out she was leaving again, and she often admitted to her father fears that she would never come back. She always did, of course, but the child's anxiety only grew.

It was during this time that Danielle's father sealed the bond between them. Sometimes he would wake her up randomly in the middle of the night just so they could go out on the swings outside and talk beneath the stars. They started a tradition when she was five years old to go out into the woods together and pick the wild raspberries that grew there, often getting scratched and eaten alive by bugs but always returning with a surplus of the fresh little fruits. Danielle's father seemed to love her unconditionally, and at a time where she had to do something monumental to even have her mother pay her a slight glance, that meant the world to the young girl.

But then things changed again, and young Danielle was left to feel lost once more. And the change wasn't something horrible, or terrifying, or wrong. It was, in fact, the birth of Alexandria. Danielle's father now had on his hands two little girls who needed care and a mother who was too busy to help. Desperate, he sent Danielle to his parents' house every day and had them watch over the little girl while he took care of the baby. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing - Danielle's grandparents had a beautiful cottage right on one of the largest lakes in District Three, with a sandy beach and everything. But Danielle loved her father, and when he started dropping her off there every day... she felt like she was being forgotten again.

Still, her days spent at the lake were pleasant. The cottage was warm and cozy, with mismatched furniture and a rope swing and a natural looking garden with plants that grew well over her head. The garden was probably Danielle's favorite thing, besides the lake of course - it didn't have stones or boundaries around it, wasn't on raised ground, and had flowers and tall grasses that grew as they pleased instead of being limited to one area. All in all, it looked like it belonged, in her opinion. Nature like that was so rare in District Three. During the hot summer days she would go out swimming in the lake, and when it was lunchtime her grandmother would ring the loud bell on the side of the house to let her know it was time to come back in. There was an old stool that her grandparents had that she would climb onto so she could swing farther on the rope swing, and when she spent the night there they would watch old black and white cartoons on the comfy sofa while eating chocolate ice cream. She loved that cottage with all her heart.

Her favorite time of year, though, was Ratmas, when all her aunts and uncles and cousins and even her mother and father with her baby sister would come down to the lake for celebrations. They would sit in the living room, upon the old furniture and in front of the crackling fire in the fireplace, and open presents, and then Danielle and her cousins would chase each other around while the adults began cooking one of Grandma B's famous recipes (Grandma B was what everyone called Danielle's great grandmother). She liked the summer, too, when they would sometimes all get together for a swim and then, that night, have a bonfire on the beach. Although she was seperated from her family, Danielle's memories of her years spent at the cottage are pleasant.

Time continued to pass, and at the age of eight Danielle was able to begin spending more and more time at home again. Her love of Alexandria grew - she wasn't very outgoing at the time, so Alex was kind of like her closest friend. They played with each other and developed a strong bond that her mother disapproved of but her father admired. Her mother began to work less and less, returning home more often and usually bringing business partners with her for a short stay. Danielle learned to be comfortable and polite around strangers, and to always have the very best of manners, or else be scolded severely by her mother later while her father nodded along. That was one thing Danielle began to notice about her parents - her father always, awlays seemed to agree with her mother and backed her up, even when what she was doing seemed wrong in his eyes.

After painfully proper dinners, Danielle would flee up to her bedroom and change out of whatever tight, itchy, and "adorable" dress her mother had managed to force her into and put on her loose fitting pajamas pants and t-shirt that was about three sizes too big and read until her mother gave the knock on her door that signalled time for bed. Her father had always used to tuck her in and kiss her forehead before, but he never did so now that her mother was around so much. She had to tuck herself in. She didn't stay in bed for long, though - after her parents fell asleep, she would run next door and pull Alex from her room, settling her down on her own bed under the blanket with a flashlight. She would then begin to tell her modified versions of the fantastic tales that made her sister's eyes widen in facination and adoration. Their favorite story, a very old book that Danielle had recieved for her seventh birthday, was Peter Pan. They would read it all night long (for though she isn't the smartest now, Danielle was very bright when she was young and applied herself). Though of course, it wouldn't be quite the same if Danielle didn't add her own little twists.

"Peter, unable to dodge the oncoming Hook, recieved a deep, deep wound. Wendy managed to save him just in time, of course, but - " she would start, and which point Alex would interupt, frowning. "Danny, that's not how it goes!" (she was the first to call Danielle by her preferred nickname) "Well of course not, Alex," Danielle would say then, her eyes sparkling. "But what fun is it if the story is the same everytime? You have to change things up sometimes, and wander off the path - you never know what you might find." "But what if you find somefing bad, like wuff? Mama told me about big bad wuff - that's why you stay on the path." Danielle would always frown, then, the adventure stolen from her eyes for a moment. "I guess that's just part of the risk, little girl. I don't think Mama really knows how to take that risk."

As Danielle grew older, she grew more ambitious, despite her parents' attempts to keep her head out of the clouds. It seemed she was always playing pretend with Alex or reading in the corner, curled up with her childhood storybooks, by now worn and beaten. But oh, Danielle treated those books like her greatest treasure, even at the end of elementary school. She loved fairytales, and by now had made up several of her own. "I want to be a writer," she would say matter-of-factly when people asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. But the life of a writer is a hard one in Panem, and so many hoped she would grow out of that stage.

Danielle was thirteen when her mother had had enough. She had spent too much time buried in her stupid fantasies - it was time to grow up. One day, when she came home from school, she saw a great spire of smoke rising from the backyard. Rushing to see what it was, she was horrified at what she found. Her books - all her precious books, old and new - lay blackened and dying beneath raging orange flames as her mother watched on. "What... what have you done?" Danielle had raced forward to save her precious books, her childhood, but her mother held her back. Furious, Danielle had screamed several foul things at her before fleeing to her room, throwing herself over her bed and sobbing. She didn't come out of her room until late that night, after everyone had went to bed. She quietly flew down the stairs and out the door to the pile of ashes that awaited her, allowing her tears to mix with the silver dust. And then, a flash of hope. Beneath the ashes she saw a distinct shape and, using her hand to move away the debri, she found it. Her copy of Peter Pan. The edges of the pages were browned and the art on the cover burned away, but she could still read the words inside.

Her mother had not broken her entirely. Not yet.

Still, she was devastated by her loss. When she turned sorrowful eyes toward her mother, she simply returned it with a quiet defiance, while her father turned his head away in something that was almost shame. With a heavy heart, Danielle went to the shops in town and used what little money she had managed to save for herself over the years and spent it on paper, a needle and spools of thread, a pencil and pen, and the cheap watercolor paints and paintbrushes. At home she spent hours at a time locked away in her bedroom with her sister, writing down what they could both remember of the stories and redrawing the enchanting pictures as best as they could before roughly binding the pages and admiring their work. The new books were nothing in comparison to the originals, but they were something, at least.

The burning of her stories, though, created a deep canyon between Danielle and her parents. Stinging with betrayal, she asked to go to her grandparents with Alex more and more often, and her wishes were granted. She revisited the place of her childhood and introduced it to her younger sister, who drank in the warmth and echanted feel of the cottage just as Danielle had so many years ago. They often spent their nights there, in the small bedroom with the wooden walls and large window, and as the azure light of nighttime fell upon their covers Danielle would sing what she called her "fairy songs" to her younger sister in a hauntingly quiet voice, the tunes ancient sounding and beautiful. During the day they would chase each other up and down the beach under the beating sun and steal cookies from the cookie jar up on the counter. It was a time of peace in Danielle's life, and she realized it, savouring the quiet beauty of it all.

When they were at home, Danielle would sneak away to a clearing in the woods where her father took her when they were younger, where a lone tree stood. She would sit under that tree for hours at a time, singing to herself or writing or drawing. Sometimes, she would just lay her head back and sleep. On occasion Alex would accompany Dannielle to her "secret place" and they would dream together. Despite family hardships, Danielle was a good young girl - she behaved and did as she was told. But I am told that all good things must come to an end, and Danielle was no exception.

It started when she was fourteen. Her limbs grew thin, cheeks hollowing out, as if she was starving herself. Her clothing went from bright colors to shades of blue, black, and violet, shorts becoming cut off far too high and shirts indefinitely too tight. She began hanging around what her parents deemed to be the "wrong sort of friends", and began dating, often more than one boy at a time. She became rebellious, defying everything her parents said, breaking rules, and openly insulting the Capitol. She came close to trouble more times than she could count, saved only by her parents' money. She began breaking into stores, damaging property, and causing general trouble. Her place under the tree was forgotten, and her books lay under her bed, untouched. She no longer woke Alex up at night to read stories. At one point, when her parents could not save her, Danny was forced to spend a short but memorable time in the Detention Center.

Things were going bad fast for Danny - sooner or later, she was going to get into some real trouble, and then the consequences would be utterly devastating. But lucky for Danny, there was a guardian angel watching over her. And it wasn't in the form of a beautiful woman with hair of spun gold, snowy wings, and a long gown. No, Danny's guardian angel was a little, ten year old girl who woke her up at two in the morning and stated simply that she wanted her sister back before pressing the burned copy of Peter Pan into Danny's hands.

Things got better after that.

It didn't happen instantly, but Alex's words weighed down on Danny over time. Gradually, the parties and vandalism stopped (though her sudden wariness and almost fear of the Keepers never faded). Her clothing went from tight and short to loose and appropriate. Her smiles came from thoughtful acts of her sister, not the sound of someone else's precious objects shattering in her own hands. She ditched her old friends but never regained new ones, and her thin appearance never really went away. Her parents fear that it's the long lasting affect of something Danny might have been doing during her rebellious faze that might not have been very legal, but Danny assures them that while she did go wild she wasn't that stupid. Her life had taken yet another turn, and things were looking up for one Danielle Brooker. Or at least, that's what everyone thought.

Danny doesn't talk about the future very much. Her parents talk about good schooling and job, but she rolls her eyes as if such things are unimportant. While she has gained some sense over the years, she seems to have stopped dreaming altogether, as if the future isn't worth the heartbreak. Caring comes with more difficulty these days, but Alex will always have a special place in her heart. Her parents and her are still working on having a good relationship, but it's obvious that Danny doesn't believe that they'll ever have one - she refuses to forget the things they did to her as a child, the way she was treated as she was a burden more than a gift. She'll never truly forgive them for that, and she has made that quite clear to them in their arguments.

She's begun returning to her "secret place" again to read, and despite their ages, she and her sister still read their fairytales. It's something that's special to them, a piece of their childhood that they never truly let go of. They visit their grandparents' house often to enjoy the feel of the sun on their face and the rough rope on their palms. Life is good for the Brooker girl - her parents are still wealthy, the future is looking bright, and her relationship with her sister is something to be admired. Danny has learned to love again, and she has finally been pulled onto the right path. Time has stolen many things away from Danielle, but she seems determined to keep her joy close for as long as it may be hers.

She has learned to enjoy such happy times, for they never last. Not for her.



. Codeword / Other

Oh, hang on.
And be strong.

.: Her Song - Be Strong, by Delta Goodrem
.: Her Face - Tiera Skovbye
.: Her Purpose - League of Dreamers plot
.: Her Inspiration - No Specific Inspiration
.: Codeword - odair