A/N:

WooHoo I didn't forget the authers' note this time before the chapter. Okay well thanks to anyone who read the last chapter...( even though nobody reviewed) So I would like to give you Chapter 2. Okay? Well enjoy...

~Chapter 2: Purple~

I look quickly out the window to ignore him. Truthfully I don't want to argue or fight with anyone and make my mom's life harder than it already is with three bickering kids who don't seem to do anything but fight. I mean seriously, nobody is even a lick of thankful for our life and familey, except me who always volunteers to help but always hears no to helping. So instead of trying to end the first arguement I decided to end the second.

"It's not over when you turn away." Rick says in an annoyed angry voice.

I can tell he's only bugging me because he's bored, but he just doesn't shut up. He keeps bugging me the whole rest of the way until we reach our new house. At first I don't notice because as i'm getting out Rick pushed me into the mud and laughs.

"Rick." Mom shouts, then she looks at me worriedly. "Just calm down sweetie."

She says that because she knows oh too well what I'd do next, but I don't pay attention; I look around and spot a long strong stick with a pointy end. Perfect. I grabbed it, got up, and glared at Rick. "You peice of dung." I shout.

Then he takes off running into the wet forest that surrounds our house I run after him quickly keeping up and gaining speed easily and quickly. I dodge trees anger flaring and growing as he throws sticks at me to try and slow me down, but what he doesn't know is if you piss me off then I won't stop until I fall to the ground. Which won't happen considering I'm not wearing shoes and my balance is way better bare foot, though I hate being bare foot outside because of bugs.

Rick is running, his shoes making a low sloshing sound as they hit the wet ground. "Rain! Stop! You're chasing him too far into the forest, come back." my mom's voice hollers from far behind us.

I ignore her and realize I've gotten close enough to Rick to hit him. Quickly I raised the stick and swing as if hitting a baseball, only I didn't put my full strength; I never use my full strength, sure I hate my brother but I'd be in a whole mess of trouble if I hurt him. Actually I dought I could hurt anyone with my too weak arms and not very fast speed. Rick yells in pain and falls forward onto the ground, apparently I hit my target his back.

"You peice of dung." i repeated and began heading back the way we had come.

Rick gets up, wipes leaves from his black t-shirt and follows me moaning in pain about his back. I comb my fingers through my short brownish-blonde hair as we are heading back, the stick still in my hand.

I think I'll keep this stick, it seems very useful and good at hurting my brother when I hit him with it. I thought as we entered the house.

Outside it was pale yellow with white window frames and a white door frame and front door, the roof had been gray...not surprising, all houses we move into have gray appeared to be two stories and had just enough bedrooms for everyone, but annoyingly only two bathrooms, which I shall complain about later. I first wanted to see which one was my room, there were two bedrooms downstairs and two bedrooms upstairs.

I walked up the stairs, the brown carpet tickleing my feet as i went up and turned a corner at the top and into a short hallway with only three doors. One was on my right and by how it was opened slightly I could see boxes in it, so it was obviously a bedroom. Carefully I open it and walk into this small square room with dark wooden flooring and light purple walls.

"My faverite color." I said hoping this was my room.

And when I read the boxes I smile bigly, this room was mine all my boxes are here. Though my bed isn't set up yet, but that's okay.

"Do you like it?" Mom asks from behind me.

I turn and nod. "Purple is my faverite color." I tell her.

"I know," she nods walking away. "Which is why you get the room, oh and there's a thing of new sheets on your matress."

"Okay mom." I call as she walks down the hall to another opened bedroom door, and close my own.

The sheets were on my matress which was lying right beside a large window, well large considering it took up half the wall. I walk over and remove a dark purple sheet and put it on my matress, then next I find my dark green felt blanket and put it on the matress, and finally my pillow with a white pillowcase covered in purple lips. Nothing matched on my bed, which made me laugh while sitting down right behind the pillow.

I had propped the pillow up on the wall so I could look out the window without sitting on it, and that's when I realize my room is on the side of the house, giving me a fantastic view of the green forest.

A/N:

Sorry for boring chapter, I sort of couldn't think of anything truthfully and felt like writing, but after rereading this chapter I thought it fit well into the story. And if you're wondering, yes Im going to mention Sam's pack and all that very soon like maby in the next chapter or the very next one after the next chapter. Because as you probably have seen I like my stories to not have too quick of beginnings and stuff, like some people...well please review.