Thanks a bunch for the comments they really help! Tempest365, I didn't plan her to look like Sam, do you think she does? Besides the hair color difference they could look alike, it could be interesting, what do you think? Would that put a spin on stuff? Lol, I'll update as soon as I can! Please Read and Review! Thanks a Bunch!

Sandy… now on with the story!

Sam took a bite of the cookie she had been holding in her hand, and gasped with pain and dropped the rest of it on the papers she was reading about the HARP girls coming today.

She took a deep breath and sighed; that cookie had been waay to hot. Sam glanced at the clock and realized both Jen and the HARP girls would be here soon.Sam sighed and resumed reading the papers about them.

Victim no. 1#Victoria Zrimerneck, age 14. Sam giggled, Zri-mer-neck what a funny name, its so…so different! Apparently 'Vicky' , as liked to be called, had never done any extra curricular activities, and when she did, she met the wrong people.

Victim no. 2#Adriana Krasluke. Ha, that one was weird too! Kras-luke! Why does everyone have to have funny names? They make you get so…so distracted! AK, or Adi had tried testing her 'boundaries' in all the wrong ways when she turned 14. Sam heard a car coming, and as she dropped the plate that had once held her scalding cookies in the sink, she saw it was Jen, and hurried out to meet her.

/\Jake's place/\

Jake sighed and looked out the window to watch the passing cars blurr. Since Melanie's flight had been delayed significantly the day before, they had slept at the worst hot-no, motel ever. That place hadn't even had a clock. How do you not have a clock, I mean come on! Anyway, they had spent the night there, and left for home early this morning.

Melanie was funny; well she could be funny every now and then. She didn't say jokes, she just made you laugh, and Jake wasn't sure why. Melanie hadn't started talking as they drove. She wasn't quiet like me, or Wyatt thought Jake. She was nervous; but if you asked her something she didn't give a simple answer. From the questions she had been asked Jake knew;

Melanie's mom had died in a car crash, and her father had been shot while on duty with 'the force' as she called the police.

She had had 2 brothers, which were now living in faraway cities in the states.

She had told us quite happily she knew quite a bit about horses, and Jake was going to ask her how later

She got A's in school but wasn't necessarily the smartest person.

Melanie had lived in the cities' suburbs for most of her life

She had had lots of friends and had went to camp a couple of times

She was…Ukrainian? Ukraine was a funky little country in Europe,(Actually it's the second largest… I think) her Grandma had been born there; she had immigrated to the states and so on….

Jake looked at Melanie who sat across from him. Quinn had got shot gun, and his mom was driving. She fidgeted with her hands and looked out the window. Jake realized it must be even more awkward for her, then him. He shook his head and glanced out the window, hoping they were almost home, despite the unfamiliar surroundings.

/\Back to Sam/\

"How exactly do you pronounce that? Adriana; with a long or short a?" Jen asked, tapping the name written on the paper.

"I'm not sure, but I'd be more worried about the last names then the first." Sam responded.

"Really? I mean, we don't say their last names to them, so why does that even matter?"

"Never mind, I just thought they were kind of different." Sam said with a sigh.

"Come on Sam, we've done this before, and it'll be fun, look I think that's them now!"

"You're right Jen, what could possibly go wrong?"

/\Jake's family at dinner/\

"So you had two brothers?" Asked Nate.

"Yeah" Melanie said.

Brian nodded, "Musta taught you a lot"

"Actually, if anything, I taught them some things" Melanie replied. It was clear the boys thought that was a joke.

"What did you do in the city? Shopping?" asked one of the brothers said. Melanie nearly coked on her milk, swallowed it, and said,

"Think whatever you like, if you didn't believe me about my brothers, why believe me now?" A couple gave her funny looks, and she just smiled, she had shopped; once a month, but when she went, she spent a lot of money-too much to spend here. But she had lots of clothes friends had given her, so it didn't matter.

The brothers watched as Melanie stared at the onions covering the dish. It was clear she disliked, them, but she spooned the food, onions and all on her plate. She took a bit, and forced herself not to gag or do anything stupid. Then she took a big sip of her milk and continued eating. Melanie wasn't about to make a complete fool of herself.

Jake watched Melanie, he knew she hated onions, but then why did she eat them? Because she was tough, or did she think they cared if she didn't like something? Whatever it was could wait until after desert.

/\Later/\

Jake watched as Melanie weaved her way through the stalls, looking at all the horses in detail. He had the job of showing her where everything was. But she didn't seem to have any problems finding things. She stopped at Witches stall.
"Who has the pleasure of owning this lovely thing?" Melanie asked. Jake smiled and said,

'Yours truly," That made Melanie smile.

"I know its kinda late.. what is it… 6 o'clock?" Jake nodded. "Well, that's not THAT late, so anyway do you think I could go for a ride?" Jake hadn't expected her to hop into it like that, but he agreed.

"Sooo, who do I get the pleasure of riding?" Melanie asked.

"Who do you want to ride?"

"Well, I can't pick, you pick."

"No, you have to pick, I won't"

"Anyone?"

"Anyone" Jake agreed. He watched as a sly grin spread across her face. She held that grin as she said,

"Witch" Jake looked at her as if she'd gone insane, but he's said anyone so…..but he could get her to ride someone else, right? Well, Jake was just about to find out he was wrong.