A/N. Disclaimer: I am not the wonderful Stephenie Meyer, and I do not own The Host or any of it's characters. But i do own Brittany and Meggie Matney! I made them up!

Well this is my first story. I hope you like it!

This story used to be named Life and Love Go On, but I changed it to Life Goes On.

Oh, and I'm dedicating this story to a certain Sarah and Brittany out there in the world, for being my best friends and for being the people I name a character after. :)

Life Goes On

Chapter 1: My Life.

"I'm thirsty, Brittany." I complained, very much like a 4-year-old. Not really complaining, but just trying to annoy her, because that's what little sisters are for.

"Oh, shut up, Meggie." She yelled.

"I'm only joking, Brit." I replied. She's so serious! I'd done this before to her, she should know by now I'm just trying to ease up her mood. It usually works when I annoy her, because then we start laughing it off and everything.

"Yes, I know that, but my head hurts and I want to get this raid over with so we can go back."

I slumped back against the backseat of Mom's old mini-van. I should say Brittany's mini-van, now. We'd been driving around for raids, but practically living, in this old thing for four years now, ever since we found out about the stupid mind controlling parasites.

We'd been going on raids about once a month, in different cities close by. Close by meaning within the state or the surrounding stated. The only risk Brittany said she took was getting gas for this mini-van.

I sighed. 'Go back' she'd said. Go back to that little cave big enough for us to drive the mini-van into and a few extra feet for us to keep food and live. A great place for a growing 14-year-old girl to live.

I have the most suckish life in this planet. What, with aliens attacking the world, living in a cave, and being half starved 24-7? Of course it is.

But I curse myself for complaining. I have a loving and caring big sister, who risks her life everyday to keep me alive. That's more than you can ask these days. That's also the one reason I like being alive. That and the fact I don't have some alien stuck up my head. The two things I really care about. Without them I would seriously kill myself. I may have the most suckish life in the world, but it's probably the best real life left.

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After driving all night and stopping for gas once, we finally came to the house Brittany would raid. It was nice house, probably owned by someone with lots of money before the aliens took over. They don't have to pay for anything anymore, so I wondered why they would live here. They must have lots of children or some other weird reason to fill up all the rooms in this house. But Brittany was sure it had loads of food in it for us to get and it was completely save. But I had a bad feeling about it.

There were hills behind that house, covered with trees. They were a little far away from the house, which was a good thing, too. We'd got lucky. Brittany drove the mini-van up a hill so that it was hidden from the parasites who lived there. We could see the house from here, so we'd be spying on them, seeing when the best time to go was. I'd be staying here, too, while Brittany was on the raid. She says I am too young to go on a raid, and I'm a little happy about that.

"We'll start tomarrow morning." Brittany whispered. I don't know why she whispered, everyone here must be asleep, and it's not like they could hear us if they were awake.

"Yeah," I whispered back. "I'm tired."

We got unloaded and I immediately fell asleep in the backseat of the mini-van.

A/N: Yes, short I know, but I still hoped you liked it. Please review and tell me what you think about it. I'll prabably get to put the next chapter up soon.