Samantha scowls on the plain-ride to England and crosses her arms. "It'll be new, Sammy, you can start over," her mother says, reading her book. "Who said I needed to?" her daughter snaps, moving by the window, trying to keep as much space between her and her mother as possible. Her mother thought she was in gang trouble, and "sexually active with many people" as her mother put it. Pfft. Samantha thinks, blowing a strand of her curly brown hair out of her face. She thinks I'm a damn slut, obviously! She don't know me…
Samantha's glare grows fiercer as her two little brothers, Jake and Craig, start fighting behind her and she pulls her headphones on as her mother starts to lecture her again. She shuts her light green eyes, trying desperately to ignore her mother, but the annoying voice cuts through her music. "You do need to! We need to get you focused on bigger, better things! It's a good thing your great grandmother left us her house, you know. It belongs to her mother, Wendy Darling Hutchinson," her mother says. Samantha turns up the music. England….England….ENGLAND FOR GOD'S SAKE! She thinks, not even being able to admit it.
The plane lands a few hours later, and Samantha lies there asleep. "Samantha," Craig says, shaking her shoulder. She groans and opens her eye. "What?" she snaps, only to see Craig's impatient face. "Come ON Samantha! I wanna go…" he says. Samantha rolls her eyes and sits up, gathering her stuff. "Did you get her awake?" her mother asks, and then looks to Samantha. "Oh…I guess you did," she says, walking away. Samantha stands up and follows her, rolling her eyes. Craig pushes past them to catch up with Jake and accidentally pushes his mother over. "Oh, a sign," Samantha says, pushing her way around her too.
The car ride is mostly silent, except for the few times Craig says something to his younger brother that pisses him off and Mother has to yell at them to shut up. Samantha stares out the window at the night and sees a huge party in a big house. "How are we going to pay the house bill anyways?" She snaps, knowing that they're pretty…poor. "She also left a great deal of money," her mother says, holding the steering wheel so tight that her knuckles start to turn white. She never did like it when anyone brought up that they were poor.
Samantha shrugs and stares at a group of teenagers walking around in baggy jeans and spiked hair, but not the spiked she's used to. "Um…. ", she says, backing away from the window. One boy looks to her and glares, his blue eyes flashing. Damn! Look at those blue eyes! She thinks, entranced. He glares and looks away, pulling out a knife and twirling it with a master's skill. The car speeds off and Samantha shakes the vision of the guy from her mind.
"You're all going to have to share a room-" her mother starts, but all hell just broke loose, stopping her. "WHAT!" all of her children explode. "I'm a 14 year old girl! Ain't NO way I'm sharing a room with 5 and 8 year old BOYS! THAT'S INSANE!" Samantha screams. She had been dragged here and not done anything too drastic. Now she might just explode. "It won't be PERMANENT! Just until we clear out the other rooms and your stuff gets here!" her mother says, now holding her head. "Ok now GO!" she shouts, pointing and the children silently walk up to their impermanent room.
"My bed," Samantha says, pointing to the center one of three. She grabs it before her younger brothers can and she drags it to the old fashioned window. She puts it right next to the window and sits down, watching as her brothers grab the toys lying around. She doesn't even wonder why the room seemed to be in a specific position and kind of like..well…a nursery, she just lyes down, curls up, and promptly falls asleep.