Shiloh Ryker, was what you would call a 'troubled' child.

She listened to questionably violent music, smoked cigarettes, was absolutely covered in tattoos, and was recently arrested.

Her father was never around, and her mom was a drunk. A very angry and violent drunk.

That being the reason she was now in the system. When her probation officer came for a surprise check up, and caught Willow Ryker stumbling around her back yard hurling glass liquor bottles at her sixteen year old daughter, who was already picking glass out of her bloody skin, He arrested her and put Shiloh into the system.

I guess you could call her lucky, because she wasn't bounced around long before she was informed by the Sheriff that someone had offered to take her in- on a probationary basis to see how it worked out.

"Probationary."

Shiloh had heard that word far to many times and sat bitterly with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her feet pulled up into the chair with her, a scowl on her pretty face. All her belongings were sitting in the Sheriffs office with her waiting to be picked up and brought two towns over, a week before the school year started.

She would be spending Sophomore year at Beacon Hills High with the Martins.

She whined pathetically at the thought dropping her head onto her knees. She was perfectly able to take care of herself, she'd been doing it since she learned how to walk. And the highly privileged Natalie Martin would soon figure that out.

"Ryker lets go!" Deputy Wiley yelled, he was especially unfound of her and made that very known every chance he got.

"The Martin Lady is here for you, move your ass!"

Heaving a sigh she climbed to her feet.

She gave it a week tops.

...

Natalie was a relatively nice person she supposed, while she sat stiffly in the passenger seat of her lexus, she had a daughter Shiloh's age but she had 'prior engagments' and had opted out of picking her up.

She told her all about the town, and the house. Lydia and prada their dog. She babbled about how 'fun' this was going to be to have another girl in the house, While Shiloh tried to keep up with conversation, flushing in shy embarrassment when she mostly gave short answers and nods instead.

She wasn't really use to this kind of human interaction- the pleasant kind.

"I hear you like art." Natalie says with a light smile.

But Shiloh tenses and closes off crossing her arms over her chest and shifting uncomfortably. "You read my file." She says her voice soft and slightly cold. She was painfully shy actually but she had a defiant personality.

"Oh Sweetie," Natalie said waving her off lightly while she bristled ever so slightly at the term of endearment, "The past is the past, we're all starting over here."

Shiloh eyed her warily.

Natalie glanced at the guarded girl next to her and her face broke into a genuine smile, "I did see the pictures though, and while they may have been on government property, the paintings were absolutely beautiful!"

Shiloh flushed at the compliment nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, "Really?" She asked doubtfully.

"Are you kidding? You could get into any art school in the country with the talent you have." Natalie gushed.

"Thank you." Shiloh murmured quietly turning her head to face the window when her eyes started to sting with tears, knowing that she's probably never get the opportunity to go to art school. Who knew where she would be after graduation.

After all this was only 'probationary'.

...

When they pulled up to the house, Shiloh was stunned silent at the sight of the beautiful large home, it was polar opposite of how she grew up, and she was suddenly highly self-conscious of herself, even the tattoos that she sported. She loved those tattoos.

Walking inside she was met with the sight of a beautiful strawberry blonde, whose hair and makeup was done perfectly, her five foot three frame was covered in a pale pink lace summer dress, and all her nails where painted a powder blue color.

She held a tiny dog in her arms, and her green eyes where narrow at her, looking her up and down.

Shiloh was a very pretty girl, with her rich chocolate brown hair that hung in long thick locks around her body, she had a dainty nose and chin, big brown doe eyes, and push rose colored lips.

She wasn't much taller then Lydia, the biggest parallel between the girls was where Lydia's fair skin was flawless, Shiloh's was littered with tattoo's from her neck down to her feet.

She wore a pair of grey shorts and a plain red tank top tied at her waist, she had on a pair of wore flip flops and her nails had chipped black nail polish.

Lydia finally stuck a manicured hand out in greeting, "Lydia."

Shiloh shook her small hand, grimacing at the sight of her own paint stained hands grasping hers. "Shiloh."

"Well Shiloh if your gonna be living here I guess I should show you your room." She said with a tight smile turning and flouncing up the stairs, Shiloh hesitated for a minute before quickly following her up, the plush carpeted stairs.

Lydia came to a red door at the end of the hall and stopped watching impatiently as Shiloh quickened her pace to catch up to her.

She gave Shiloh another tight smile, when she came to a stop next to her, her cheeks one again flushed.

Lydia didn't say anything, just pushed open the door and stepped out of the way.

Shiloh's mouth dropped open, it was big and beautiful, one wall was completely floor to ceiling windows, and almost every thing was stark white except for the wall her bed rested against which had a black and white flower pattern and the red accents.

The main feature though was the glass easel sitting in front of the window, with a huge blank canvas on it, sitting on the wall to the left of the windows was a white bookshelf loaded down with paint supplies.

She swallowed thickly turning around to face Lydia who's smile was now more genuine as she watched the stunned and flustered girl's eyes light up at the paint they had bought her.

She shook her head, "Lydia this- this is to much, I couldn't-"

"Nonsense." Lydia said sharply a small fond soft spot for the shy girl forming, "Your part of the family now." she said only slightly tense.

Shiloh smiled shyly and a little wary.

"Why don't you settle in and get some sleep? I'll see you in the morning." Lydia said leaving no room for argument and walking out of the room before she could reply.

Oh well she would probably only nod anyways.

Shiloh sunk down onto the bed, glancing around in awe.

"Probationary."

She reminded herself.

She sighed.

Two. She gives it two weeks.

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