Disclaimer: Yes, its true that "I made this", but I borrowed a few characters to do it. Mulder,Scully, and the rest of the FBI gang (as well as Mulder's sister Samantha and the Lone Gunmen) all belong to Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox. But Samantha Ann Mulder (the daughter) Piper Charlotte Harrison, Elizabeth James and the rest of their family, as well as Ms. Andrews, belong to me.
Notes: I added a little bit of Piper's (Charlotte, as Samantha calls her) POV. And yes, I do plan to bring Mulder back, but to find out details, you'll just have to keep reading! Enjoy! And please review! ;)
If you want to use this story in your website, or anywhere else, please notify me. Send an email! samanthafoxdana@hotmail.com
PLEASE review! this is my first fanfic, so please be kind!:)
Happy Reading!
Samantha
It is my first day of school. Ever. We had tutors in England. I have never taken classes with other children (except Charlotte, of course). Butterflies flutter in my stomach and my scrambled eggs don't help. I awoke at seven, dressed ( jeans and a black Gap T Shirt), made my hair (two braids, my favorite style), and gathered my new notebooks in my bag (backpack? Is that what Americans call it?).
Aunt D and Charlotte had risen before me, since Charlotte has to be at school at seven. I waited for Aunt D to come back impatiently. She dropped off Charlotte, then came back for me.
"Hey." She greeted me, as she came through the front door.
"Hullo." I glanced up and grabbed my backpack. "I'm ready to go."
"Okay. Let me just grab some breakfast." She went over to the counter and pulled a piece of toast and a bottle of some kind of murky liquid and grabbed her keys again.
We jogged down to the car and I threw my backpack in the front seat, following it. I hadn't ridden in the front seat for a long time. Only Mum allowed us to do so, when we were in France (in our villa). It's really wonderful! You can see all of the autos in front. I feel like I'm the one driving. (In England the driver's seat is where I'm sitting now.)
We got there soon. The school consisted of a large brick building and three smaller added-on ones surrounded by a large colorful playground. Children of all sizes chased each other. They were screaming and laughing, flying past. Only blurs of color. I feel like I'm watching the circus. My eyes hurt from the brightness.
I felt like a black hole. Wherever I stepped, people stop running and stare. Whispers are directed my way. Girls point at my braids, boys at my long legs. This is not highly unusual. In England comments where always directed my way. The outfits I wore, the words I said, they were all discussed as soon as I was out of hearing range.
I tried to ignore them and smile. I saw a few friendly faces in the crowd. A girl, my age, smiled at me. She was a bit . . . punky-looking. Her black hair was streaked in blue and purple, she wore a black t shirt which said I: Got Attitude, You: Got a problem with it?, a hooded zip sweatshirt, and a large bag.
But her face was friendly and smiling. I smiled back. Aunt D left me at the door. I waved farewell to her and walked up to the punky girl.
"Hi," She greeted me. "I'm Dyanne. Where did ya transfer from?"
"Hullo. I'm Samantha. I'm from England, actually."
"Cool! Have ya met Prince William?" She laughed, as if the idea were totally outlandish.
"Sure I have. But, personally, I like Harry better." I told her.
Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You've met them? But how . . . ?"
"My grandfather is a Lord and we've been invited to the Palace quite a few times." I leaned toward her and whispered: "But try not to spread it around."
"Okay." She stammered, and I laughed.
"Hi, I'm James. And you are . . ."
"I'm very glad to meet you!" Opps! I clapped my hand on my mouth and laughed. He was indeed handsome. He had tanned skin, sun bleached brown hair and deep turquoise eyes. " And my name is Samantha."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "How 'bout if I showed you around?" I slid out of his grasp.
"Thanks, but Dyanne already volunteered." She nodded at him, as if she really had volunteered. "Yup! Sorry Jaime. But you can should him around!" And she laughed, pointing to a boy who was obviously new, like me, judging by the look on his face.
We became friends. Dyanne, Bella (Isabella, one of Dyanne's friends), Nikki (Nicole, another of Dyanne's friends), Jaime, and a boy named Ben. And Jaime became my boyfriend. All in one day.
That afternoon, I walked home alone. My friends all lived in different directions. I thought about how much had happened that day. Dyanne convinced me to accept Jaime's offer. I really do like him. He's a nice guy. My classes were a breeze. I sat in the back of French and whispered to Bella the whole period. They put me in Algebra for math, which I learned last year. And I there isn't one book on the Reading list that I haven't read!
I smiled. I'm a normal girl. Finally.
Piper (Charlotte)
I woke up at six o'clock this morning, to go to school. I have never been to school before. I don't want to share my teacher with twenty other children! It's not fair. Why couldn't Kat just hire me a tutor?
But I am a little excited about meeting other kids. And taking so many fun classes!
(That evening.)
I made a million friends today! Ruby, Kelly, Tommy, Freddy, and Madeline. And I'm learning Greek and Latin as well as German and Italian. And my ballet and piano and karate classes were so much fun. I'm glad I picked the Junior Academy. Too bad that Anne didn't too! She would have liked it.
Dana
I sent them to school. Plain and simple. Or, rather, it should be. I was so worried. Will the kids like them? Or will they think that their accents are strange?
But at the end of the day, both were beaming and rushing to tell me about their friends.
According to Piper, Ruby was blond and green eyed nice and very loud, Kelly was black haired brown eyed and quiet, Freddy was blond and brown eyed and very loud and squirmy, Maddy was red headed and blue eyed and really smart, and brown haired and eyed Tommy was plain hilarious.
And according to Samantha, Dyanne was weird but really nice. The dark, Spanish Bella was very secretive and quiet. Nikki was purple haired (purple?!) and green eyed, loud and funny. Ben was the quietest, next to Bella. And Jaime, well . . . Jaime was her boyfriend!
I'm a bit worried about Samantha's friends. I mean I know I should judge people by their personalities rather than appearances, but . . . And purple hair? That was just Nikki. Dyanne had blue and purple streaks! She, Nikki, and Jaime had gotten detentions for the whole month for spray painting flowers and butterflies on lockers! Flowers and butterflies?
But nonetheless, both of the girls are happy. I hope they'll stay happy.
Notes: I added a little bit of Piper's (Charlotte, as Samantha calls her) POV. And yes, I do plan to bring Mulder back, but to find out details, you'll just have to keep reading! Enjoy! And please review! ;)
If you want to use this story in your website, or anywhere else, please notify me. Send an email! samanthafoxdana@hotmail.com
PLEASE review! this is my first fanfic, so please be kind!:)
Happy Reading!
Samantha
It is my first day of school. Ever. We had tutors in England. I have never taken classes with other children (except Charlotte, of course). Butterflies flutter in my stomach and my scrambled eggs don't help. I awoke at seven, dressed ( jeans and a black Gap T Shirt), made my hair (two braids, my favorite style), and gathered my new notebooks in my bag (backpack? Is that what Americans call it?).
Aunt D and Charlotte had risen before me, since Charlotte has to be at school at seven. I waited for Aunt D to come back impatiently. She dropped off Charlotte, then came back for me.
"Hey." She greeted me, as she came through the front door.
"Hullo." I glanced up and grabbed my backpack. "I'm ready to go."
"Okay. Let me just grab some breakfast." She went over to the counter and pulled a piece of toast and a bottle of some kind of murky liquid and grabbed her keys again.
We jogged down to the car and I threw my backpack in the front seat, following it. I hadn't ridden in the front seat for a long time. Only Mum allowed us to do so, when we were in France (in our villa). It's really wonderful! You can see all of the autos in front. I feel like I'm the one driving. (In England the driver's seat is where I'm sitting now.)
We got there soon. The school consisted of a large brick building and three smaller added-on ones surrounded by a large colorful playground. Children of all sizes chased each other. They were screaming and laughing, flying past. Only blurs of color. I feel like I'm watching the circus. My eyes hurt from the brightness.
I felt like a black hole. Wherever I stepped, people stop running and stare. Whispers are directed my way. Girls point at my braids, boys at my long legs. This is not highly unusual. In England comments where always directed my way. The outfits I wore, the words I said, they were all discussed as soon as I was out of hearing range.
I tried to ignore them and smile. I saw a few friendly faces in the crowd. A girl, my age, smiled at me. She was a bit . . . punky-looking. Her black hair was streaked in blue and purple, she wore a black t shirt which said I: Got Attitude, You: Got a problem with it?, a hooded zip sweatshirt, and a large bag.
But her face was friendly and smiling. I smiled back. Aunt D left me at the door. I waved farewell to her and walked up to the punky girl.
"Hi," She greeted me. "I'm Dyanne. Where did ya transfer from?"
"Hullo. I'm Samantha. I'm from England, actually."
"Cool! Have ya met Prince William?" She laughed, as if the idea were totally outlandish.
"Sure I have. But, personally, I like Harry better." I told her.
Her jaw dropped. "Are you serious? You've met them? But how . . . ?"
"My grandfather is a Lord and we've been invited to the Palace quite a few times." I leaned toward her and whispered: "But try not to spread it around."
"Okay." She stammered, and I laughed.
"Hi, I'm James. And you are . . ."
"I'm very glad to meet you!" Opps! I clapped my hand on my mouth and laughed. He was indeed handsome. He had tanned skin, sun bleached brown hair and deep turquoise eyes. " And my name is Samantha."
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "How 'bout if I showed you around?" I slid out of his grasp.
"Thanks, but Dyanne already volunteered." She nodded at him, as if she really had volunteered. "Yup! Sorry Jaime. But you can should him around!" And she laughed, pointing to a boy who was obviously new, like me, judging by the look on his face.
We became friends. Dyanne, Bella (Isabella, one of Dyanne's friends), Nikki (Nicole, another of Dyanne's friends), Jaime, and a boy named Ben. And Jaime became my boyfriend. All in one day.
That afternoon, I walked home alone. My friends all lived in different directions. I thought about how much had happened that day. Dyanne convinced me to accept Jaime's offer. I really do like him. He's a nice guy. My classes were a breeze. I sat in the back of French and whispered to Bella the whole period. They put me in Algebra for math, which I learned last year. And I there isn't one book on the Reading list that I haven't read!
I smiled. I'm a normal girl. Finally.
Piper (Charlotte)
I woke up at six o'clock this morning, to go to school. I have never been to school before. I don't want to share my teacher with twenty other children! It's not fair. Why couldn't Kat just hire me a tutor?
But I am a little excited about meeting other kids. And taking so many fun classes!
(That evening.)
I made a million friends today! Ruby, Kelly, Tommy, Freddy, and Madeline. And I'm learning Greek and Latin as well as German and Italian. And my ballet and piano and karate classes were so much fun. I'm glad I picked the Junior Academy. Too bad that Anne didn't too! She would have liked it.
Dana
I sent them to school. Plain and simple. Or, rather, it should be. I was so worried. Will the kids like them? Or will they think that their accents are strange?
But at the end of the day, both were beaming and rushing to tell me about their friends.
According to Piper, Ruby was blond and green eyed nice and very loud, Kelly was black haired brown eyed and quiet, Freddy was blond and brown eyed and very loud and squirmy, Maddy was red headed and blue eyed and really smart, and brown haired and eyed Tommy was plain hilarious.
And according to Samantha, Dyanne was weird but really nice. The dark, Spanish Bella was very secretive and quiet. Nikki was purple haired (purple?!) and green eyed, loud and funny. Ben was the quietest, next to Bella. And Jaime, well . . . Jaime was her boyfriend!
I'm a bit worried about Samantha's friends. I mean I know I should judge people by their personalities rather than appearances, but . . . And purple hair? That was just Nikki. Dyanne had blue and purple streaks! She, Nikki, and Jaime had gotten detentions for the whole month for spray painting flowers and butterflies on lockers! Flowers and butterflies?
But nonetheless, both of the girls are happy. I hope they'll stay happy.
