Summary: When Chase and Zoey first meet at PCA, they realize they've met somewhere before. Neither of them wanted to reawaken the memory. They thought the memory of the experience was gone, but when they meet for the first time 6 years, it comes back, full force, and they only have each other for guidance, especially when they meet the newhistory teacher.CZ.

A/N: Hey everyone! Did you miss me? Well, this is a new story. It's a tad sad, but not depressing. I hope you like it.

Reawakening The Past

Prologue

Seven year-old Zoey Brooks did not have a good day at school that morning. Her mother had promised her that her first day at Findell Elementary would be fun. Well, let's just say if fun was, getting hit in the head with a soccer ball…twice, getting picked on by all the classmates, being called a cootie-face, and getting her hair pulled by a certain annoying boy, then yeah, her day was especially fun. It was during snack time that she was called to the office.

"Miss Brooks," Principal Lerner had said. "You are needed at your house right away. I will be driving you home."

Now Zoey was in the back of Principal Lerner's car with a tear-stained face. Nothing was going right that day. She was scared of what was ahead for her at home. What was wrong? Why was she needed home? And why did she hear distant siren sounds? As they neared her house, the sirens got louder and louder. The sounds were overwhelming for such a small little girl, and she shut her eyes and ears, tears streaming down her face. She had no idea why she was crying; she knew something terrible was happening. She just didn't know what. She stepped out of the car carefully, only to see that police cars were everywhere, and many police officers were searching her house, and her neighborhood. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She was supposed to come home from school, as always, see her grandmother, who lived with them, baking her special secret cookies for her. She was supposed to hear her dad, yelling a greeting from his at-home office, and her mom, her wonderful mom, was supposed to be the one driving her home. She tried to listen to what the policemen were saying.

"No, she has no live grandparents except her,"

"We can't seem to trace any family members," Zoey, now in full blast tears, had had enough.

"Where are my mommy and daddy and grammy?" she cried loudly. The policemen stopped talking and one walked over to her.

"Zoey Anne Brooks?" the policeman questioned. Zoey nodded fearfully.

"I'm not sure how to tell you this, sweetie, but we…don't know where you're family went. No one does." Zoey blinked twice, not understanding.

"You mean, they're…they're…" she couldn't spit out the words. "gone?" Zoey had nothing else except her family. She had no friends because her parents moved so often that she had no chance to make any. She held her breath, waiting for the answer. The policeman nodded. Zoey Brooks lost everything that day. She was shipped off to a children's homeless shelter in Georgia, where she would talk to no one. Mostly because no one wanted to talk to her. No one cared about her. No one wanted to have anything to do with her, much less be her friend. Well, there was one. A seven year-old boy with outrageously bushy hair named Chase Matthews. He changed her life then, and little did she know, he would change her life again in 6 years at a school known formally as Pacific Coast Academy.