That morning, I was up being everyone else. I looked at their sleeping bodies and frowned. I stomped on the ground a few times, frustrated. The light from the sun had just barely peeked through the trees; they wouldn't be up for another few hours. I paced a few times, giddy to find my long lost brother. I sat down, knowing I could not fall back asleep. I thought about meeting my brother, Lucas. Lucas would have to remember me… unless they took his memories.
No. They couldn't have. They wouldn't have. Neither Samantha nor I know what happened when he was taken. Would he still remember us? He'd have to. I would never forget him… Right? I shook awake the others, because I knew I needed to stop thinking like this.
"I already knew she was gonna wake us up early, but now?" Sam grumbled.
"You wanna see your boyfriend, don't you?" I joked.
She turned bright red. We climbed into the van, and Sam knew exactly where to go. She saw him most recentaly.
"Not the camp," She said.
"He would be at our house. I know it."
"But the trainers took him! He would have to be at the camp." I said.
"Trainers?" Ruby asked.
I sighed, but answered her question.
"Yeah. That's the only good explanation. They don't like killing reds-"
"That's funny." Liam growled.
"Whatever. Anyways, they probably took him in to take his memories away."
"But he would've escaped. I know it," Sam said. "Let's check there first."
"Okay, fine." I agreed.
Vida was about to take the wheel, but I begged her otherwise. She sighed, knowing I wouldn't stop bugging her, and Chubs took the wheel. We traveled for miles and miles, Sam telling the every direction she had easily memorized. Soon after, we reached my old house. Our old tree house hung perfectly strong in the backyard. It was weird to see the house like this. I hadn't seen it since… so long ago.