Authors Note: Hi there. This is my first story on here, so please forgive me if I mess things up on here because I'm not sure how everything works yet! This story is about what would happen if Ranger had a kid, and never knew about it. Now the girl is runing not only from her past but also to find a home. I promise, it will be an amazing story!

-LoveAngel

Rangers Kid

I've always been the odd one out. At age 16 I could run faster and longer than most anyone else in P.E. At home among my brother and sister, I was the one that was chubby in my early teen years unlike my dreadfully skinny brother and sister. I was the one with the dark brown skin and dark green eyes, when I got mad would turn almost black. My mom said that you could see into my soul through my eyes. When I was younger I would always look into the mirror so that I could see what my soul looked like. I never saw my soul. Both of my older siblings had light blond hair and blue eyes with almost pale skin. They were the mirror image of my father. My father would jokingly tell me that he wasn't sure where they got me from. I'm pretty sure no one knew where I came from.

At age 14 I learn a valuable lesson that would get me through life. No one ever really sticks around forever. When I was 14 my mother died. She had always been my rock that I could lean on. My brother and his friends would always make fun of my weight, while my sister just shuns me all together. My father never really cared either way. But my dear mother, she always cared, always told me that everything was ok, and that if it wasn't then the end just hadn't come yet. But somehow, the end came all too soon for her…

My mom died from cancer. I watched for 3 years as she fought the cancer, than slowly and unwillingly had surrender to it. In the last stages of her cancer the doctors let her go home to be with her family. Even then they knew she was going to die from it, in months if not weeks. I watched as my last strong hold to this world slipped away from me. She lay on her death-bed, pale and meager. Not like she had been in life, she had always had a smile to share with everybody. Eyes that had untold secrets behind them, as they would laugh with joy. Ears that would always listen to the silliest of things. As a little girl she had hugs that could make all the bad things go away or simply make me smile. This wasn't her; this was but a feeble impression of her. Not really her.

It was the final hours of her death and we all knew it. She asked to spend time with each family member alone. She and my father spent an hour or so locked up in her room talking. When he came out the first thing on his face was anger then followed by a mixture of hate and love. After my older brother and sister came out of her room looking as if they didn't care either way, it was my turn. I never understood how my two siblings had been given so much by her, yet couldn't give a crap about her.

"My dear, Amora." My mother said as I sat on the edge of her bed. And before you ask, no Amora is not a term of endearment. Amora is my name. Pretty sure they were drunk when they picked names.

"I love you mom." I said looking in to her pale and sunken face.

Not her. I thought again for the umpteenth time.

"I love you to Amora. Remember that. Never forget how much I love you. You will always be my favorite. Keep it our little secret, will you dear? Now sweetie there's something I need to talk to you about. It's about your father." She paused seeming lost for words.

"What about him?"

"I have a story for you, my amora." She had always gotten a laugh out of the fact that she could call me love by simple saying my name. "First I need you to do something for me. Left up the rug and jiggle the loose bored. Pull it up and bring me the box inside of it."

Somewhat weird out I did as she asked. The box was a simple shoe box covered in dust. Handing it to her I curled up with her on her bed. Knowing that this might be last story she would ever tell me.

"I want you to meet your father baby girl." She said opening the box and pulling out a picture. I caught a quick glimpse inside the box and saw newspaper clippings as well as scraps of paper with note written on them. Before looking at the picture, I thought I would see my blond hair, blue-eyed father more than likely with my mother or maybe me. What I saw shocked me in to silence. The picture she pulled out was that of a 30 something dark mocha skinned man, with dark hair to match pulled back in a pony tail showing off his black eyes. In the picture he was with my mother arms tangled up, faces pressed together.

"I'm kind of lost…" my voice trailing away.

"The man out there, John Hopkins, he's not your real father. After your sister was born, our marriage was on the fritz. So when an old lover asked me to meet him for coffee, I didn't tell your father. Coffee soon turned in to dinner, dinner was then late night drinks. I only ever slept with him twice. Once before my marriage, and once…" she paused taking deep breaths "once while I was married. I want you to know that I never regretted who you are or having you with a man who I wasn't married to. John knows now. I told him when he was in here."

Well that explains the look. I thought trying to take this all in.

"My dear, Amora, remember how much I love you. Don't forget that. I never told your real father. He doesn't know baby. But if you ever need help, tell him" I could hear her trying harder to form words and speck them. "Tell him that you come in your mother's name. Castle."

"Mommy, I love you to." I said hugging her close to me. I can still to this day remember thinking 'this is it. The last time I will ever be able to tell her I love her.'

"Manoso. Ranger Manoso" Giving me the name of my father, where the last words my mother ever spoke to me before she finally gave in to the pain and let go of this world.

Chapter 1: Starting a New

At the age of 16 I've been arrested three times for being drunk, two times for drug use, and as of a week ago the most stupid one yet. Drunk driving. Thanks to the fact that John worked for the government, I had always just fallen through the cracks. I had always gotten a judge that was under John's control. A judge that had let me off with a slap on the wrist, but now my dad was pist.

"I'm done!" He yelled at me the second we got home.

"Hey, no one asked you to give a crap!" I retorted

"Yeah, well I'm done. I'm done with and your crap! I'm done giving a shit about you and pretending that you're my kid! Amora, let's face it you don't belong here. You never did. You're a freak! You're not mine and I'm tired of pretending I want you!"

"Then I'm gone!" I was so pissed I couldn't see straight.

Why would anyone want me after last week, anyways? No stop. I wouldn't, couldn't, allow myself to think about last week right now. No, I need to be strong. I would never allow myself to give in to the pain and cry. No, I had to be strong.

"Hey don't get our hopes up!" He yelled as he grabbed another beer.

Doing a mental count in my head I came up with 3 and a half. I really don't know why we only drunk half a beer. It didn't make sense to me. But all I knew was that if I was going to leave, I needed to do so before he was done with his 4th and on his 5th.

Giving him another 'I-hate-you' looks I ran off to my room I grabbed my duffel bag and threw anything that I thought I would want in to it. As I was stuffing my clothes in my bag and looking around for my phone charger when my dear sister thought it would be a good time to drop by and say hello.

"So, where you going this time? Eli's again?" She asked leaning against my door frame.

"No Marry, we broke up." I said avoiding the real question.

"When?"

Snoopy much?

"Right now."

I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Eli clueing him in that I was done and I was leaving. He asked if Marry, my sister was single. Such class… You're catching the sarcasm right?

"So where are you going?"

"Somewhere far, far away from here, not really sure where I'm going but, yeah… Oh and Eli wants to know if your single."

"You don't have any money, or any one that would want you." She so lovingly pointed out. I sincerely hope you've caught on to the sarcasm.

But in a way, she was right. No one would want me; I didn't have any friends I could run too. The people that I called my family where making sure I left as quickly as possible. I had never had a job, so hence no money. I looked around my room for anything else that I might need. Then I saw it. My ticket to getting out. The box the held everything my mom had kept about my real father. All I had to do was find him and if…

"Oh, and tell Eli, I am. Is he a good kisser? Oh and can I have your room? I always liked the view!" She said interrupting my thoughts.

Two word; Spoiled Brat.

"Only if you help me pack" I mumbled pulling the box down and sitting it next to the rest of my crap.

It took me less than 20 minutes to pack and put it all in to my Jeep. I didn't have much to start with. I only took what I had paid for or my mom had bought me. I felt the need to say goodbye to my brother. Even though we never got along he was somewhat my family.

"So Josh, I'm leaving. Running away if you will. So thought I'd say goodbye…" I said leaning in his door frame. Goodbyes had never been hard since I said goodbye to my mom.

"Psh. Ok fatty." He said rolling his eyes. Such a charmer. It was thanks to comments like this from him and all his friends that I went from being 189lbs to 125lbs within two years. I ran my butt off. Literally.

"Right. Bye." I said before walking out of a house I hated and a family that hated me.

Authors Note: Please let me know what you think! Oh and how many thought her moms name was going to be 'Plum'?