Lisa's P.O.V.

I was reading 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows' outside my house in the backyard when I got a text from Carrie, one if my sister-like best friends.

'Hey. What you doin'?'

'Nutin. U?'

'Nutin. Wanna come over? Sugar-bear, Jay-Jay, and Elli are here.'

'Sure. See u in a min.'

'K. Later.'

'Later.'

I eneded the conversation and walked over to my house. Then I heard screaming, along with gunshots. I ran to the backdoor and jerked it open. I saw blood coming towards me. I turned a corner and saw my mom by the sink surrounded by blood. I heard my dad shout something in Cherokee, a curse, then another gunshot, and he stopped. I ran upstairs and saw a man with frost-colored hair standing in my sister's doorway with a 45-caliber pistol. I heard the frint dooe slam and Kylie say, "Le-Le, where are you?"

They guy must have heard her, he turned towards me and froze. He was looking at me with intense blue eyes that would have scared anyone, but not me. I was P.. My friends say that when I'm P'ed, my sea-green eyes look like a hurricane is brewing. I grabbed the shotgun that was hidden behind the intable, aimed it at him and cocked the gun, all in one movement. He said in an irritatingly calm voice, "Put the gun down or I'll shoot you." As he was saying this, he edged towards my sister's room.

I said,"If you do that they won't have anyone to care for them," I jerked my head toward the room he was heading for. "They're only 4 and 5 years old. They can't take care of themselves," I continued.

Just then, C.J., my 5-year-old sister, came out of the room and said, "Le-Le, Daddy's hurt and he's not listening to us." That wasn't like our dad not to listen, I knew from what she said that he was dead, too.

I said, "Little Fawn, go back in the room, take Lizzy (Makenzie), and hide from me, pretend we're playing hide-and-seek, okay?"

She ran back into the room and shut the door. I knew their favorite hiding spot, so I could find them when this was over. If I survived. I heard Jamie say, "I heard C.J. Lisa should be where C.J.'s at, ot around if she's protecting them."

The guy kicked the foor until it flew off it's hinges, onto our dad's body. I could hear my friends running up the stairs, hurrying to see what the heck is going on.

I followed him into the bedroom and saw that he found my sisters. He had C.J. in one arm, Makenzie in the other, both of them in a head lock, slowly inabling them to breath. I sent a telepathic message I hoped they would understand, 'Fight back. Bite him!' Thankfully, they understood. They both bit him at ehe same time. He screamed. Yeah, I imagined it would hurt with their sharp K-9's sinking into your skin, drawing blood in the process. They clawed at his arms to make him let go. He did. They stopped biting and ran to stand behind me. He was looking at his arms, his eyes wide with disbelief, anger, and...fear? What the crap? Why is a 40-50 year old man afraid of two preschoolers? He looked up and said, "How-how can they bite that hard? Are they mutants or something?"

"No," I said, aiming the shotgun at him again.

As he was getting up to stand, Kylie, Jamie, Carrie, and Ellie came up behind me and my sisters and paled when they saw him pick up the pistol and aimed at my sister.

"Don't-you-dare!" I warned, my grip on the shotgun getting tighter. He didn't heed my warning. He fired at C.J. right throught the skull. I fired at his knee, but it didn't fire. I threw the shotgun to the ground, picked up Makenzie and turned around, trying to protect her as much as I could. I heard the pistol fire and felt a pain in my left shoulder. I screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. Makenzie was lifeless in my arms. I couldn't feel my arm. I reached with my other hand to put pressure on the wound. When I did, I could feel the blood - my blood - going through my fingers. I could hear Elli saying frantically, into her phone, "I need an ambulance at 4 Short Street in Leachville, Arkansas. There's four people already dead and one is dying. Please hurry!" I could feel Kylie's, Jamie's, and Carrie's hands on mine to help me stop the bleeding. That was before I passed out.


BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I woke up to a heart monitor keeping track of my heart.

"She's waking up!" Carrie said right in my ear.

"She is awake, smart one," Jamie said.

I realized I was lying flat on my back. I tried to repostion myself, but I was so sore, I just flopped back on the bed and groaned. "How long was I out?" I asked.


Kylie's P.O.V.

Jamie, Carrie, Elli, and I glanced at each other. We didn't know how to answer that and put it kindly at the same time.

"What do you remember," Elli said, "about the... you know...?"

"That was real?" Lisa said, trying to sit up again. "I thought that was a nightmare."

"You need help?" I asked.

"Yeah, I just need help sitting up, though," was her reply. She was gritting her teeth in either pain or the effort she was giving in trying to sit up.

"Elli, you get the remote thingy. Jamie, Carrie, and I will hold Lisa up," I said. Jamie and I were on Lisa's right side, Carrie on her left. We were trying to sit Lisa up when she sat bolt upright and said, "OW!"

"What's wrong?" Elli asked after she was done with the remote thingy.

"I think Carrie accidentally touched Lisa's shoulder," Jamie said.

"Do you think I did it on purpose? I would never do that!" Carrie said, looking astounded.

They kept arguing back and forth. I looked at Lisa. She had one of her famous grins on her face. She put a finger to her mouth, obviously saying, 'Don't say anything.' She then reached behind her back, pulled the pillow out from behind her, and whacked Jay-Jay and Carebear in the head. She quickly put it back behind her head before they turned towards her.

"What?" she said innocently, cocking her head to the side in mock confusion.

"Did you just hit me?" Jamie said glaring at Lisa.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't," she replied sarcastically.

Jamie drew her hand back which was already in a fist, ready to punch her, but she stopped. She looked at the condition Lisa was already in and lowered her hand. She said to Lisa, "Can I hit Carrie now, she hurt you so that gives me a reason."

Lisa glared at Jamie. I swear, I could see hurricanes and probably tsunamis brewing in her sea-green eyes. "No," she said, "you can't. She didn't mean to." Then she looked at Carrie and said, "I know it was an accident, you were trying to help. But next time, I will let Jamie punch you."

"Even if it was an accident?" Carrie asked.

"I meant on purpose. Now, back to my first question, how long was I out?" Lisa said while looking at each and everyone of us with questioning eyes.

"2 days." Elli said.

"2 days! No wonder you asked me about if I remembered it or not!" At that moment, Dr. Glencoe came in.

"Ah, Lisa you're awake! My name is Dr. Glencoe and I'm your surgeon," he said while shaking her right hand.

"Surgeon? I had to have surgery?" Lisa asked.

"Of course! The bullet went through your left shoulder blade, nicked your corotal artery and went out the other side. We had to put a plant in your shoulder blade and sew up everything else. People who have stuff dont to them like that, they usually have to stay for a couple of weeks, but we are discharging you. Let's have a look at those stiches, shall we?" Dr. Glencoe went around Lisa's bed and started taking off the bandages, which Lisa just realized were there. She was gripping the sheets with such force, I thought she would tear them. When the bandages were completly off, we saw a scar that was completely round. He pushed her forward a bit to look at the other one, and she winced. He noticed and said, "It will be sore for a while - two, three weeks tops. That's why I'm perscribing you pain medications. You will come back for checkups every week until the scars are barley noticeable. Apparently, we will be discharging you today, since your wounds have healed quite nicely. You won't need any more bandages. As soon as you get out of there hospital clothes and into your own, you'll be leaving." then he walked out of the room.

Jamie, Carrie, Elli, and I helped Lisa get dressed and we were out of the room when Lisa asked, "So who am I staying with?" The four of us turned to look at her. She had her head bent her eyes were closed, and her fists were clenched. When she opened her eyes, streams of tears came out. We looked at each other, our eyes wide. We never saw Lisa cry, not even when we were kids and we got hurt, or when we were scared, she'd be the one to calm us down, and now it was time to return the favor.

"Our parents have been fighting about who gets to adopt you. So far Kylie's parents are winning. But my parents say that they should adopt you because my birthday and your birthday are closer together than everybody elses," Jamie said.

"I think they're in the waiting room. We should go make sure they don't... nevermind," she continued.

I knew what she meant, and before she finished the sentence, I sent her a warning look to tell her to 'shut the heck up.'

We all went to the waiting room and found that our parents were arguing, again.

After about ten minutes of that, I noticed that Lisa's face was getting red. I looked at Jamie, Carrie, and Elli, and saw that they noticed, too. Lisa's face only got red when she was p'ed, and right now, she was beyond p'ed.

"Hey!" she yelled. It was so loud that we had to cover our ears. They all went quiet.

"Why," she continued, but in a more inside voice, "are you people arguing over me? You need to be finding out what happend to Makenzie!" She started glancing around the room, looking for her 3 1/2-year-old baby sister. Then she glanced at us, her eyes wide with disbelief, and red from crying earlier.

"She's... dead?" she asked her voice trembling. All we could do was hug her. Lisa started crying in Carrie's shoulder, since she was closer to her height, and mumbling, "Nonononononono, this can't be happening," she looked up her face streaked with tears that kept flowing and said, "Please tell me this is some cruel joke."

When we didn't answer, she took a deep breath, pulled away from Carrie and said, "I'm gonna phisically harm the son of a b**** who killed my family.

Elli popped Lisa's mouth and said, "Watch your language." Lisa ignored her and said, "Is spontaneous combustion a way you can harm someone?"

"Yes," Jamie said, looking at her warily.

"Why?" I asked.

"So he wouldn't feel a thing while I'm beating the s*** out of him," was Lisa's reply. She started heading toward the exit when my mom said, "Oh no you don't!" while pulling Lisa back. "You're staying with us until we figure out who's going to adopt you. Now, sit right here," she pushed Lisa into a chair, "while we figure this out."


Jamie's P.O.V.

This is going to take a while. Our parents started arguing again. Kylie's mom pushed Lisa in a chair by a window, so Lisa didn't notice me sitting down right next to her because she was looking out the window. Sugarbear, Carebear, and Ells sat in front of her, but she didn't notice them, either. She pulled something out from underneath her shirt, it was a necklace; no, it wasn't just any necklace, it was the necklace her mom got her for her 13th birthday, and, if I remember correctly, her dad got her a matching bracelet. The necklace was a simple cord, which held a silver medallion with Cherokee words on it. She took off her jean jacket, and on her wrist, I saw the bracelet; ot was kind of like the necklace, but the medallion was smaller and gold and it didn't have the same Cherokee words as the silver one did. She got them in July at her party, which was a day before mine; that was 2 months ago. I didn't know she actually wore them every day.

"You okay?" Carrie after about 2 minutes of saying nothing.

"How would you feel if your whole family died right in front of you?" Lisa said. She turned to look at us. Her eyes had tears like rivers flowing from them.

"Sorry, I thought I was the cry-"(I kicked her since she ws close)"OW! Jamie what was that for?" Carrie said while rubbing her leg.

"Jamie what did I tell you just 20 minutes ago?" Lisa asked while turning towards me. The tears were gone. Her bangs, which she died blue a month ago, were hanging over her right eye, making her sea-green eyes pop against them.

"You said not to hit her unless you said so," I said.

"You actually listened to me when I said that?" she asked cocked her head to the side, making her bangs fall off of her eye.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"You never usually do," Elli said.

"Oh, well thanks a lot, Ells," I said. Lisa started laughing for no apparent reason.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked when Kylie, Carrie, and Elli started laughing along with her. Lisa was about to fall out of the chair when she pointeds behind me. I turned around and saw that my older brother, Jack, was playing with my hair.

"What the h*** are you doing?" I jumped up and nearly fell on Elli as I asked my butthead of a brother.

"Just checking on my baby sis and her friends. Our parents told me to watch you guys and see if Baby Lisa was okay," was his reply. Lisa glared at him. She hated that nickname, ever since my brother gave it to her when we were 5 because she was smaller in size and height than the rest of us. She's still small in size, but not in height. She's at least 5'5". Now he calls me "baby sis", but he'll call Lisa "Baby Lisa" occasionally.

"You know I hate that name," Lisa said while standing up, without falling on Kylie, and turning towards my brother. She shifted her weight to her right foor and crossed her arms, and kept glaring at him. He stared back and said, "Man, I miss your sisters. They would've brought laughter to this tense place."

Lisa looked away from him and looked out the window down and splashed the windows, making it look like water falls were splashing on them.

"You just had to say that, didn't you?" I asked my idiot brother. I walked over and punched him in the gut, then walked over to Lisa, put an arm around her shoulders and said, "It'll be alright. Besides, we'll be here for you, we always will be."

Kylie, Elli, and Carrie walked over and all four of us hugged her.

"Hey, what about me?" my brother asked.

"Fine, get over here," I said. He came over and when he was about to hug her, she punched him in the gut.

"What was that for?" he gasped.

"Calling me 'Baby Lisa'," was her response. Then, Kylie's parents came over and said, "We made an agreement. Lisa, since you knew Kylie longer than you knew Jamie, Carrie, and Elli, we're going to adopt you, making Kylie your adopted sister."

A/N: So again this is my friend's story NOT MINE!(: hope you like it! also REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!(: