Jaycee Young

Ch. 1
I sit down on the bench and sigh, my parents had died a couple days ago and they just found relatives of mine in a small town in Washington. Apparently, I have an aunt named Emily Young and she has a fiancée named Sam Uley. I'll be staying with them. I'll probably screw it up and my own family will abandon me. "Hmph." I mutter, I wouldn't mind that. I just wanna be left the hell alone. I'm not a damn charity case. My parents were shot and killed while we were driving through a bad neighborhood. Other than the bad one we lived in.. Yeah, they were killed in front of me. No, I'm not traumatized, no, I'm not heartless, I'm just stronger than most.

But sometimes, even the strongest need love and support.

"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late, I got caught up at home." A feminine voice says. I look up at her, and the deep, red, angry scars shock me. "Damn." I whisper. Her steady smile doesn't falter. "Hi, miss young?" The lady behind the counter says. "Yes." "Please sign here, here and here."

We walk out to the car, my back pack on my back, duffle bag on my shoulders, and dragging my suitcase behind me. "So, Jaycee, I have to warn you," She starts as she drives, "My house holds about three of four teenage boys with raging hormones and anger problems. They mostly run around shirtless cuz they're super warm blooded and they're really loud. And um if one of them starts to stare... Just lemme know." She says. "Are you done now?" I ask. "Um yeah.. Sure." I pull my iPhone out of my pocket and put in my headphones, turning my music all the way up.

When the car stops, I look up and see a small gray house, lights streaming out of the windows and into the gloomy rain. "This is it." Emily sighs, slightly smiling. I flip my hood on and take one headphone out. I carry all of my bags inside and Emily opens the door. We walk in to hear and see absolute chaos, as she said, there are four shirtless boys, and at the moment they're ripping through her kitchen. My mouth drops open. "EMBRY! GET OUTTA THE COOKIES!" Emily yells and run towards them. I take this opportunity
to sneak up the stairs, the noise I'm making nothing compared to theirs. I walk down the small hallway and see a room with the door open. I walk in hesitantly, and see an all black room with twinkly lights near the ceiling. The comforter on the full sized bed is black too, why? I dunno. There's a closet, a dresser, a recliner and a desk with a laptop and desk light on it. I walk towards the desk and see a card on it. I open the card slowly and a key falls into my hand. Hmm, nice touch Emily.

Dear Jaycee,
I'm sorry about your parents. Your father was my brother as you probably guessed, and your mom was on of my best friends. Anyway, enough with the sad stuff. Sam and I are elated to welcome you into our home an family, the rest of which I hope you'll meet soon. Their names are: Paul, Jared, and Embry. I'm sure they'll love you. So I know that your parents gave you an allowance, so Sam and I have decided that every Sunday, we'll give you an allowance of thirty dollars.
Love, Sam and Emily