Hey! So Ive been
having severe writers block for my other stories lately and I started
forming the idea for this story today at school. It might be a little
bit more angsty or graphic than my other stories since it deals with
teen deaths and drug dealers. Hopefully you readers will enjoy it and
comment lots, ok?
Disclaimer: I do not
own Scooby-Doo or the characters that come with him; I do however own
my own characters and the plot. Also the song Teardrops on My
Guitar belongs to Taylor Swift not me.
Hes the reason
for the teardrops on my guitar awoke sixteen year old Daphne
Blake from a very nice dream, grumbling she grabbed her cell phone
off the nightstand and opened it without even opening her eyes.