Hellooo! Well I know what your thinking (I think?). You're probably thinking "oh great another story about when they were kids" but please give it a chance! Now this is part of a three-part story line so once this is finished and you would like to read the sequel you will find it in my profile… but only once this is finished. So let it begin!

Our past

"Dad, why do I have to go to some military school? I could just stay here!" Samantha Carter bounded into her bedroom and slammed the door in her fathers face, tears streaming down her face at the thought of leaving her friends and dog pebbles behind while she was shipped off to a boarding school.

Ever since her mother had died a year ago-shortly after her 14th birthday- nothing had been the same. Then her life finally started to fall back into place her dad had shown up from whatever mission ha had been on saying that she was off to some school. Now it seemed like her world was crashing again.

With a pitiful sigh, Sam sank down onto the chair by her desk, her eyes scanning over the object that decorated it. All the science fair awards, the picture of her mother, a small container holding so many pencil it was fit to burst, the picture of herself and a group of friends at the county fair, and lastly, a small checkered notebook- the words "My Diary" printed in black across it's front.

Gathering everything from the desk she carried them to the suitcase sitting tauntingly on her bed and placed the items inside, on top of the books and clothes she would be bringing with her to her new school. Placing the picture at the very top she found herself reliving memories of the day her world changed…

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Fourteen-year-old Samantha Carter sat in the kitchen of their two-story house. The sounds of a radio blaring through the home made it seem warm and inviting.

Placing the last of the cookies into the oven to bake she went back to a book she'd been reading. Yes, she was a romantic at heart. Though she'd only read a romance when she was home alone like this. Humming along to Bon Jovi's "It's my life" she bit into a chocolate chip cookie and resumed reading. Only when she heard the front door open did she stop.

"Hey mom how was your trip?" She asked walking to the living room, only to see her dad there, tears in his eyes and a sad expression on his face. Jacob carter turned to face his daughter and gave her a weary smile.

"Dad what's wrong? Where's mom?" Sam asked even more worried when he slid into his favorite lounge chair and remained quiet. " Dad, please tell me what happened. Mom's flight didn't crash did it, oh god it did! What are we gonna do. How did it crash" She rambled, becoming more and more hysterical.

"Sammy," her father finally said, stopping her rant, "the plane didn't crash!"

Only then did she allow her self to look relieved "then where's mom, did she run to the store, is she-"

"However, I-I was late. And there was an accident. The meeting was longer than I thought it would be. Your mom…she was going to take a cab. Just as it was going through the light another car ran a red and hit it. Sammy she's gone, I'm so, so sorry, she's gone."

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"Sammy?" a knock at the door interrupted her thought and pulled her back to reality. Suddenly the knob of the door jiggled and her fathers figure slipped into the room. Sam ignored him. She turned her back to him as the mattress shifted and her father pulled her into a hug.

"Dad, I don't want to go." She said several minutes later, once she'd allowed herself to relax.

"I know, but please Sam, please go. I need to know you're safe. With mark in California and myself always being away, I need to know you're safe. I can't lose you not after…" he trailed off.

"I know, dad, I know"

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Preview:

"Welcome to Mitsuriggi Boarding School and military academy," a plump lady in her forties said, a small smile adorning her pudgy face, " this will be your uniform and here's your class schedule, classes start in twenty minutes"

I looked at the things she had given me and shifted my bag to get more comfortable. Looking down I realized that the horribly ugly piece of clothing in my hands. Great, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse!