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, Dyanne, Jamie, Nikki, Bella, Ben, Ruby, Tommy, Freddy, Madeline, and Kelly belong to me.

Notes: I'm sorry that this chapter is so short, but I think this story stretched out a bit more than I wanted it to, so I'm trying to sort of wrap it up. But there IS more coming up! Stay tuned! And ReVieW! :)
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Two weeks later. Scully is back to work and the girls are happily involved in things at school. But Scully is worried that Samantha's friends aren't the best thing that happened to her.


Dana



"Sam?" I called, as I walked in the door. What is that? I wondered. Something purple and pink streaked showed above the couch in front of the turned on TV.

"Anne?" Piper shouted. I noticed that her accent seems to be fading a bit.

The colored mop turned.

My jaw dropped. "Samantha?" I gasped.

"Anne has circus hair!"

"What did you do to your hair?"

"I streaked it."

"Purple and pink?! Are you crazy?"

"Relax Aunt D, it's not permanent. I'm just bored." She yawned lazily.

"I think we better talk, Sam." I turned to Piper. "Pips, can you go do your homework on the kitchen table? I'll give you some cheese sticks so you don't get too hungry. Dinner might be late tonight." I added, eyeing Samantha's new hairdo.

Sam sighed, but picked herself up from the couch and plopped down on her bed. I walked in after her and shut the door behind me.

"Why did you do it?" I asked calmly. At least, I hope I sounded calm.

"Because I had nothing else to do. All my classes are easy, I do my homework for about half an hour and you and Charlotte doesn't get home until seven. I'm very bored! Besides, Dyanne has streaks and Nikki's whole head is purple."

I remembered when I was fourteen, how I had breezed through my classes and made friends with rebellious kids. I had been pretty bored myself.

"I know how you feel. When I was a little older than you, I felt the same way. What do you think we should do?" I sat next to her.

"I don't know!" She said, in an exasperated sort of way.

We both lost ourselves in thought for a few minutes. "Maybe you should transfer to the Junior Academy. It's supposed to be a lot harder there."

"But I don't want to leave Dyanne, Nikki, and Bella." She glanced at me sideways. "Or Jaime."

"I think your future is a lot more important that three friends and a boyfriend you just met two weeks ago. You'll find other friends. Don't worry."

"I'll think about it. " She sighed. "I'll let you know tonight."

I nodded. "Okay. Dinner'll be ready in fifteen minutes." I left her and began preparing dinner. But my mind wavered from the stir fry I was cooking.

I hope she chooses to go to the Academy. If she doesn't I'll have to make her. I won't like it, but its better for her to be mad at me and learning than happy with me and running loose.

"Kat! It smells funny! What is that?" Piper shrieked from the table.

I rushed to the stove. The rice was stuck to the bottom of the pot and looked as if no amount of scrubbing would remove it. God, I'm bad at this mom, housewife thing!

I dumped the pots in the sink and filled them with water. Then I reached for the phone and ordered us a large pizza. I think we all deserved it.



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Samantha


How am I supposed to leave my friends? And Jamie? Good girlfriends don't just abandon their boyfriends!

It's not fair! I repeated over and over in my head, until the words made no sense, held no meaning. I glanced around the room, secretly hoping for a sign that would help me decide what to do.

My eyes landed on my copy of Great Expectations sitting lonely and forgotten on my bookcase. My eyes welled up with tears. How could I just forget about it? My mind searched for an excuse. An excuse for the book that lay forgotten while I acted like a horrible stupid spoiled brat!

I'm going to the Academy and I'm going to straighten up my act. My eyes fell on the book once again. That's what mum would have wanted me to do.