Hey guys it's Skittles here. I adopted this story from my feathered scales. She had the first 5 chapters wrote, but I'm writing them in my own style of writing. I thought the idea of this story was pretty cool so Awesome job my feathered scales. Thanks for letting me adopt it! I hope it meets your expecations! I think I'll just let ya'll read this now. Have fun! R+R!

Song of the chapter~ Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore.

' Well she lives in a fairy tale. Somewhere to far for us to find. Forgoteen the taste and smell. Of the world that she's left behind...But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve. Well, make sure to build up your heart. Brick by boring brick. Or the wolf's gonna blow it down.' ~ Brick by Boring Brick by - Paramore

Lillan Roland vs. The Past

"NNNOOOOOOO! WHY EVIL AUTHOUR LADY WHY!? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A CLIFF HANGER?! WHY?!," I yelled in anguish. It was just getting really good to! Grrr...

"Everything okay up there Honey? Does Dean need to come up there and fix your computer again?," I heard my mom say. My face turned red from embaressment and I yelled no towards her. Curse her, bringing up that incident. In my defense, I was reading this really good fanfiction, and they decided to end everthing right in the middle of the story with a , and I quote, 'A bomb dropped from nowhere and blew up the universe. The End! Right after killing my favorite character in the story! You just don't do that! It's war I declare. War! Anyway, your probally woundering what that crazy women doing aren't you? Well, if you read fanfiction alot...you know my pain right now. If you don't...sucks for you.

"Dinner time," I heard my mom yell accopained by the pouding of footsteps down the hall. I shut my laptop with a snap and jumped out of my bed, almost tripping over my too long pajama pants. I dashed out of the room and ran into the kitchen, making it just before my brother somehow, and lunged for the comfy chair. My brothers halted in the frame of the door seeing me in the chair. They looked at each other before picking the chair out and dumping me out of it.

"OW!," I yelled as my butt hit the ground with a loud thump. My brothers sat down on the chair, each of them squished into the edge. Both of them were trying to knock the other out of it before mom came in with a plate of steaming burgers and fries. I watched, covering my mouth to silence my laugther, as mom calmly sit the plate in the middle of the table in front of us. She grabbed the back the chair and pulled it up abruptly, forcing them to come tumbling out of it. Then she sat in the chair herself.

The two boys looked up and whined," Mom!" She laughed and they sighed before they got up sitting in the other uncomfrotable wooden chairs with me doing the same. I grabbed a burger and and used the tongs to get alot of french fries.

" Nom. Nom. French fries my favroite," I said practically drooling.

"That's because you're a pig Lils," The younger of my brother of my two older brothers said with a snear.

" I'm not a pig you mole," I replied to him. Dean was someone who always seemed to hate the world. I always thought he hated me, or that he blamed me for dad's death...Until one night he came into my room crying one night. He told me then that he insulted me like that because he wanted me to be strong or something like that. I ,to this day, don't understand how picking on me is supposed to make me strong, but atleast I knew he loved me though. We used to, and still do, get into fight all the time. Three years ago, I used to always beat him, but now I think he caught onto my method of using my speed, and now beats me. It doesn't help that he is a head taller than my five foot three inch height. He had black shaggy hair and dark green eyes. He use to have dad's light brown hair, but he dyed it after dad...passed away. Something about not wanting any reminders.

I took a bite of my burger while thinking about my family. I was in in a family with a single mother and three kids. Luke, the oldest of us kids, was 24 years old and just finshed university and is now working as a chef in a small restaurant down the street. He dreamed to one day own his own restrauant. Luke was the tallest of us all standing at about a 6 foot tall height. He had ,oddly, blond hair. It was werid because mom had a carmelish reddish color hair and dad had light brown, but oh well. He also had blue eyes, and was quite the...how do I put it...player. He took out a diffrent girl every day of the week yet never brought one home. He was werid. Then there was Dean, the computer geek, the only one who enjoys playing video games with me, and annnoyingly annoying meanie.

My mother, Anna-Jane Roland, who was a widowed women raising two unruly devil sons and one quiet daughter. She was loving and nice, always looking out for what was best for her kids. She had this really pretty carmelish reddish hair that had the slightest wave to it. It made her green eyes pop out, even though those eyes were surrounded by black circles from many sleepless nights working to keep us fed and happy. She was always offered help form Mrs. Julie White, who was I guess you could say unt on dad's side, but mom always refused. She didn't like borrowing money from people for some reason. She also was never really close to Dad's family. She even expresed to me once that she thought they were to loud and a little annoying.

Then there was me, Lillian Roland, a quiet 15 year old girl who loved art, anime, reading, and was sucker for cartoons. I have carmel hair and honey brown eyes. A few small freckles dusted my tan checks. I had a small and this frame, but it was toned and slightly muscled from gymnastics I do. I was also social reject at school who mostly kept to herself. I guess it was because my face just screamed,' HEY, PICK ON ME! TEASE ME! I'M DIFFRENT AND THAT MEANS THAT I'M OBVIOUSLY BELOW YOU!' You see what I'm getting at? If you're woundering why the school choose me to be their scape goat, it was probally the large scar on the side of my face. It was a large red and angry burn on my right cheek. It also covered most of my right arm, right leg, and my stomache.

The kids at school at school came up with a rumor that I tried to commit suicide by setting myself on fire, but this isn't the case. I tried to tell my friends but...they didn't belive me...Now nobody wanted to hang out with the crazy suicidal girl. They would rather have someone to blame all their wrong doings on. They wouldn't think otherwise no madder what. I know the truth though. The memory is still burned into mine. It was like the flames had not only let perment marks on my skin, but also permant marks on my brain. I could still hear dad screaming for help in the drivers seat, and I could feel the glass cutting through my hands as I crawled away from the car like I was still there. The truck next to us had a drunk driver in it. He died quickly and painlessly while my dad suffered for 3 hours on a hospital bed before passing away.

I blinked away the tears that threatened to roll down. I still had my mom and my brothers. This was a time to be happy that we were all togther atlast, besides...Dad died 3 years ago. I have to get over it. The weather in Georgia tonight is a little to cold, which is perfect to me, and I plan to enjoy it.

"I'm done mom. I'm gonna go star glazzing for a few if you don't care," I said already standing up and grabbing my plate. She smiled and kinda winked at me. "Just watch out for trolls. Don't want them to steal all your left socks now do we?" She said obviously trying to make a How to Train Your Dragon joke. I chuckled. " Okay mom. See ya in a bit," I replied putting my plate in the dish washer having already finished it all. I went out on the porch and sat on the hammock that I had claimed as mine, and stared at the stars in awe. Even though there just glowing orbs in the sky, stars have always fasinated me. It takes years for light out there to reach earth here, so it's like I'm looking at something from a while ago in the past. The bright glowing star over there could have already died out for all I know. I just think it's really cool.

I closed my eyes and relaxed rocking back and forth on the hammock. I cracked my eyes open to see two cars leaving the drive way, their red tail lights glowing dimmer as they drove away. I shut my eyes again. That must have been Luke and mom going off to work. This was my life, Luke and my mom working their butts off to provide for our family and all the bills, and me sitting at home doing nothing. I can't wait till I'm 16 and I can get a job to help. It's same thing every single day. Sure there will be a few changes here and there, but it's basically all the same thing over and over again. Don't get me wrong, I'm greatful for what I have. I never have to worry about if I'm gonna eat, I'm always safe, and compared to alot of people I'm living the life! It's just...sometimes I think there as to be something more to life than this.

I knew when my eyes were growing heavy it was time to head in. I lazily swung my legs off the hammock and proceeded to face slam into the ground. Groaning, I got off the concrete rubbing my face, and walked inside and to my bedroom. I layed down on my bed and pulled open my laptop, seeing that the Transformer fanfiction I had been reading had been updated while I had been gone. I fist bumped the air in excitement, pulling the laptop into my lap, and commenced with my reading. The next thing I know, I heard a creaking of a door, and woke up slightly not moving an inch. I craked my eye open slowly and saw Dean in the doorway chuckling. He slowly tip toed to the side of my bed, before grabbing my laptop that I had just figured out was making imprints on my forehead, and maneuvered it off of me and layed me down carefully. Quickly closing my eyes not wanting to get caught, I felt my blanket cover me, and Dean kissed my forehead.

"Night little sis," I heard him mumble. The familiar ding of my laptop turning off rang through the room, and heard the door gently close. I smiled a small smile and said quitely to myself, " I really hope he saved what chapter I was on in that story." I snuggled into my pillow before falling into a deep sleep. For some reason, I had a feeling I was gonna need it.

Okay, so there is the first chapter! I hope it meets your expectations! For all those who read my feathered scales original verson I'm sure you noticed lot of changed to some of the character and scenes. I did this to kinda help me relate a little more so I can write it a little better for yall.

I didn't put the little ones in here yet, but I will lead up to that. I kinda want everyone to get a feel of Lillan's life before them. The story kinda sways off from my feathered scales original in alot of ways, but it's also the same in alot of ways to. No changes will be made to the little ones though because their absoultley adorable!

If we have any new readers, Hello! Glad you could join me! LoL. I think this should about do it. I hope you liked it! R and R! :)

P.S.- Story name might change I will try to warn ahead though.