I hiked through the forest. The cool night air rushing along my skin. The moon was hiding behind clouds.

"Samantha?" I called, waiting for her. "Saman..." I jumped feeling her tap my shoulder. "Why are you always sneaking up behind me?"

"Well there's two reasons. One being I'm just plain sneaky, and the second is that's your easy to scare." She smirked. "Come on." She begins to lead me into another adventure.

"Well I should be easy to scare considering the people i live with." I started thinking about my family.

"Especially Morgan." She laughed. Her laughter came to a stop. "Shh. Be quiet." She warned. "Do you hear that?"

"Hear wha..." I was about to ask but was cut off.

"Shh" I watch as she tilted her head to hear better.

I was about to ask what did she hear, when something flew past my head. The object hit a nearby tree causing it to exposed. The light that came from it caused me to be blinded. I rubbed my eyes trying to get them to focus again. When I was able to see again, I looked at the tree to see an arrow. I realized that the person that had to have shot the arrow was close. I started frantically looking around for Samantha. She was no where to be seen.

Another arrow shoots past my face. I turn in the direction it came from, and see Samantha standing with large eyes full of fear.

"Run." She yells.

I run to her and pull her with me. We run as arrows pass us. We come to a halt when we notice the figure with a crossbow. We turn a different direction, but met the same action. I push Samantha to the ground, wanting to protect her.

I feel a sharp pain strike my left shoulder. I look down to see a arrow stabbed into my skin. My vision blurred as I fell to the ground. Everything darkened.

I open my eyes to see a small Latina tucked under my arm. Wondering what time it was, I reached in my pockets. I realized my phone was not in any of my pockets. I peeked over the little girl's shoulder to see her holding my phone tightly. Instantly I knew what game that could get her that upset; Flappy Bird. I smiled at how angry yet peaceful she looked. That made me think back to the day the Evans brought her to our home.

I had just turned ten. When I seen her I thought she was the most beautiful baby that I had ever seen. She took a liking to me more than anyone. To this day I'm still her favorite sibling. When she is having a bad day and won't talk to anyone, I'm the only one that can get her to talk and smile again. She used to be so sweet and quiet until Morgan got her hands on her. I was brought out of my thinking when she started screaming.

"You big lip motherfucker!" She yelled, giving up on the game.

"Clementine!" I laughed.

"What?" she looks up at me. "I share a room with Morgan, don't expect her not to rub off on me."

"That's so true. I think Morgan has rubbed off on everyone that lives in this house. Anyway, didn't mom told you not to play Flappy Bird."

"Oh come on Sam it can be our little secret." She gave me her puppy dog eyes.

"Alright it can be our little secret. I swear you get me every time with your puppy dog eyes."

'I know. That's why I do them. We could be a team. With my eyes and your smile we so could get away with murder." She laughed.

"You stay away from Morgan."

I grab my phone to check the time. It was 4:20 pm. I can't believe I slept that long. No, I can't believe I left Morgan in our home for that long. I hope she haven't set anyone or anything on fire.

"Don't worry Morgan haven't set anything on fire." She explain moving from under my arm. I watch as she picks up a basket that she had brought with her. "I hid all the matches so she can never find them."

"Magically she still finds them." I shake my head thinking about how crazy Morgan gets around fire. "So, what's in the basket?"

"I brought you something to eat. Morgan told me that you didn't eat lunch, so I made you a sandwich." She started taking the things out of the basket.

"You're so sweet Clementine, but all this food is not necessary."

"Samuel you could eat me as an appetizer, Morgan as the main dish, and the twins as dessert, and you would still be hungry."

"I do not eat that much." I shook my head. "I bet the twins would taste like gummy bears and gummy worms." I joked.

She let out a little giggle at my joke. She always laughs at my jokes, even if they're not funny. I started unwrapping the plastic around the sandwich. I lifted the bread to see what she put on the sandwich.

"Don't worry, it has little mayo. There's ham and turkey because you can never make up you mind. Swiss cheese because you like how it sounds. Finally, pickles, but not on your sandwich." She explained while tossing me a bag with pickles in it.

"Why do I not like pickles on my sandwich?" I challenged her.

"You don't like how it makes the bread mushy." Clementine smiled, knowing she got it right. "I swear you're almost as crazy as Morgan."

"I'm not crazy. I'm just picky."

"Call it what you want. Being crazy is what makes you an Evans." she stated before biting into her PB&J sandwich. After she had finished her first bite of her sandwich, she pulled out three juice boxes. "Two for you, and one for me."

"Aren't these Mason's apple juice?" I raised an eyebrow. "You know how he gets when someone drinks his apple juice."

"Shh!" She quickly place her hand over my mouth. "He's everywhere. For all we know he could be hiding in one of those boxes just waiting for us to say we got his apple juice. That's why we have to burn the evidence. Now when I remove my hand we will never talk about stealing Mason's juice."

"Once again stay away from Morgan." I laughed once she moved her hand.

We eat what food she brought and talked.

As Clementine and I walked inside, we could hear Mrs. Evans yelling at the blonde twins about fighting each other. Jason and Mason fought often, and most of the time it was Jason who started the fight.

"I can't take this. I'm going to get my apple juice." Mason stormed towards the kitchen.

"What cha doing?" I asked Morgan, who stared at the phone from across the room.

Before she could answer the phone rung. She began to rush to the other side of the room, but tripped. As Morgan struggled to stand, Mrs. Evans answered the phone.

Clementine shook her head as Morgan walked back over to us. "Break your neck, Morgan." Clementine sassed, causing Morgan to roll her eyes.

"Clementine Taylor Evans, come here." Mrs. Evans ordered, hanging up the phone. "Is there something you want to tell me?" Clementine shook her head as she sat down in front of Mrs. Evans. "Why were you fighting at school."

"She was asking for it." She yelled before doing an impression of the girls she fought with. "They're not your real parents. They don't love you. You're just a stupid kid with no mom or dad."

"We're your family, and we love you. You don't have to prove that to anyone. Now, you're going to write an apology letter to..."

"No." Clementine yelled. "I am not sorry for beating that..."

"Clementine." Mr. Evans broke his silence. "Go write the letter." He ordered.

Morgan started laughing as the pouting ten year old walked passed us. "You know she was about to say that she wasn't sorry for beating that bitch's ass." She laughed, until she heard the phone ring. She pushed forward but was stopped when Mrs. Evans raise a warning finger. She turned into the kitchen. "We might as well burn these uniforms now." She mumbled, looking through the drawers for the box of matches.

"I thought Clementine hid these from you." I snatch the box from her hand.

"She did, but I have my ways." She smirked. "See, she thinks that she is sneaky, but I'm sneaker."

I just rolled my eyes, and drag her to sit on the couch. We wait for Mrs. Evans to hang up the phone. When she does she turns to Morgan and me.

"Really?" She exhaled. "I expected this from Morgan but Sam..."

"What did they do?" Mr. Evans questions.

She turned to her husband to explain. "Bonnie and Clyde got in..."

"I like bunnies." Morgan interrupted, trying to get her off topic.

"BONNIE! With an O, Morgan." Mrs. Evans explained

"Oh, I get it. Hey, speaking of movies, can we go to the movies this weekend." Morgan smiled innocently.

"Morgan, stop trying to change the subject." Mr. Evans scolded.

"I wasn't changing the subject. It wasn't like we were talking about math, and then I change it to science. Speaking of science, Sam, didn't you pass your test the other day?" Morgan asked looking towards me.

Although I did pass my test, I wasn't about to tell them. They would just assume I was trying to get them off of subject with Morgan.

"Morgan, I swear if you don't stop talking, I will take your phone away from you." Mrs. Evans threatened.

"Mom, do you remember last time you tried to take my phone away from me?"

I smiled remembering two years ago when Morgan completely lost it. Mom had found out that Morgan got into a fight with this old lady. She stormed up to my room where Morgan and I were playing some online game. You know we actually make a great team. I was good with the skills, and Morgan could make our competitor cry when we were able to talk to them. Man was those the days. Anyway, Mom gave us a lecture about customer respect. All I could do was laugh because Morgan almost gave that old lady a heart attack. The little old lady got an attitude with Morgan about not having her favorite candy. The candy she was asking for had stopped being sold even before we were born. Morgan tried to be polite, but the lady wanted her candy. She chose the wrong day to test Morgan because that day Morgan forgot to take her medicine. Morgan had that lady crying when she left. Well, back to Mom. After the lecture, Mom grabbed Morgan's phone from off of the floor beside Morgan. They seriously had a tug-a- war contest. Mom ended up winning and started to walk away, but Morgan did her special monkey impression. She started screeching like a mother monkey would trying to protect her young. She threw Mom's focus off just enough to grab her phone. I moved so I could see Morgan running down the hall to her's and Clementine's room. She was slightly bent over with a hunched back. I couldn't do anything but laugh, and at that moment Mom and I realized that Morgan was crazier than what we thought. For the next two weeks Mason tried to feed Morgan bananas. Now Mason knows every single fact about Monkeys because of Morgan's impression.

"Fine I won't touch your phone…" Mrs. Evans started to say.

"MY BABY!" Morgan screams.

Mrs. Evans closed her eyes and started rubbing her temples before she said," Your baby. I won't touch your baby." Mrs. Evans looked at me laughing. It wasn't my fault Morgan always made me laugh at how crazy she was. " Samuel this is not funny. You broke Aaron's arm. What do you have to say for yourself."

"I had everything under controlled, but as soon as he called Morgan out of her name I just lost it. I wasn't just about to let him get away with it. Mom, you know how everyone has their breaking point, well that was mine, and I won't or don't feel sorry about fighting for my family." I explained.

"Ok Samuel, but you're still grounded until we can get all this sorted out and find a different school for you and Morgan to go to." Mom gave me her famous disappoint look before looking at Morgan. "What do you have to say for yourself Miss Bad Butt, as you put it."

"It's Miss Badass. Get it right, Mom." Morgan whined.

"Morgan how many times do I have to tell you not to use that language." Mom complained.

"But Jenny." I chuckled at how Morgan said our Mom's first name. Every since she seen "Forrest Gump", she started saying her name like Forrest. It always angered Mom because that's how she got Mom to stop being mad at her. Dad was just fascinated at how it actually worked.

"Not this time Morgan, you're in big trouble. Now explain."

"You know why we make a good partnership Forrest? Cuz, we be watching out for one another, like brother N' stuff." Morgan quoted Bubba from "Forrest Gump". I loved how she would always sound just like the person she was quoted, but I loved her Bubba because she would tuck her tongue behind her bottom lip. It was the funniest thing I seen.

"I'm done for tonight. I can't take this no more. Adam, can you please cook dinner for tonight? I have to go lay down." Mom asked Dad while closing her eyes.

Dad got up from where he was sitting to walk over and place a kiss on mom's head. "Sure honey try to get some sleep while your up there." Dad guided her up a couple of stairs. He watched to make sure that she made it up the rest up the stairs safely. He turned and walked back to Morgan and I. "I think you two should go to your room. I don't want any of you to talk to each other."

"Ok Dad." Morgan said while getting off of the couch. I got off of the couch and followed Morgan towards the stairs. We were about to step on the first step when a little voice called out.

"Freeze!" We turn to see a very upset Mason. "Someone got my apple juice, and I want to know who. If you don't tell me, trust me when I find out you're going to be sorry." I tried my hardest not to laugh at Mason. I watched as Dad grabbed his little hand and pulled him back into the kitchen.

I sat in my room, staring at the ceiling. My thoughts were interupted by my phone buzzing from a text. I look at my phone to see it was from Morgan.

Morgan: What up home boy? What are you doing?

Samuel: Why would you even ask that Morgan? You know either I'm drawing, doing homework, or playing my guitar.

Morgan: Damn Sam you don't have to be mean about it. I guess your doing something with your sketch book because I don't hear a cat that sounds like it's being fucking strangle, and homework would be the last thing on your mind.

Samuel: You know I can play the guitar. I've been playing since I was eight. I was about to draw in my sketchbook before I was rudely interrupted.

Morgan: LOL. I was just pulling your leg. Everyone who lives in this house knows how to play an instrument. Also don't act like you don't enjoy me interrupting you.

Samuel: Well I would be lying if I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. What is Clementine doing?

Morgan: Oh she's sitting on her bed looking like that she would kill anything that moved. That's why I haven't moved since I got in here.

Samuel: Poor little Clementine. Did she wrote that letter yet?

Morgan: She did, and I think you might want to see it. I will send it to you. XD

A few seconds later I got the picture. Written on the paper in big letters were 'FUCK YOU BITCH'.

I look more closely to see that Clementine had drawn the girl tied to a rocket. I texted Morgan to send Clementine to my room. I got off of my bed and opened my door at the same time Morgan and Clementine's door flew open. Two girls appeared at the door.

"Give me the little girl, and no one will get hurt." I said in my western voice. It always made Clementine smile.

"Never. You will have to get her out of my cold dead hands." Morgan responded in the same voice I did.

"Do I have to use these guns." I pulled up my sleeves to show off my slightly muscled arms. I got a little giggle from the girl standing in front of Morgan.

"What guns? I don't see nothing, but skinny little twigs." Morgan snorted. It never surprised me how Morgan got into these characters.

"Just give me the girl. I bet she doesn't even want to be near you."

"Yes she does. She thinks I'm the nicest person she ever met." Morgan smiled evilly.

I was about to say something, but a loud laugh filled the space between us. I look down from Morgan's face to stare at Clementine. I watched as laughter shook her whole body.

Once she got her laughter under control she said, "Yea right Morgan. Even animals don't like you. You always wondered why you never made a good Snow White because animals don't like you." She skipped across to my door.

I moved aside so she could go in. I was about to close my door when I remembered to ask Morgan something. "Why were we texting each other when we were literally ten feet away from each other?"

"Because we're awesome." Morgan smiled

"I'm going to leave it at that. See you when dinner is done." I said closing my door. Morgan waved bye before she did the same as me. I turn to see Clementine sitting at my desk. She had the meanest look on her face. I sat down on my bed and held my arms open.

"Come on. You know you want one of my amazing hugs."

"No I don't." Clementine kept her face as the same before.

"Oh come on lady bug."

"I hate lady bugs. So don't call me that"

"Why because you're scared of them?" I teased

"I'm not Morgan. She is so pitiful. Like come on who is scared of lady bug and butterflies."

"Yea, but it's funny to see her fight a butterfly." I finally got her to crack a smile. " Hey look at that pretty smile. You know a smile that beautiful should never be replaced by a death glare."

"I know, but I get so mad sometimes."

"I know, but it's nothing a hug from your big brother can't fix."

She rolled her eyes, and got up from my desk. She walked slowly to me at first then she rushed to me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, but not too tightly to squish her with my werewolf strength. After about a minute she looked up at me.

"Are you guys my family?" She asked

"Yes we are Clementine. We love and care about you. We will always protect you."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She stayed in my arms until she moved to get something. She came back with my sketchbook. She crawled up beside me, and opened it. Clementine was really the only person who I allowed to look through my sketchbook. I watched as she flipped slowly through the pages. She was admiring every single picture. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear what she had said.

"What did you say?"

"I said that you should go find her." She pointed to the picture of Samantha. "I mean you keep drawing her so that has to mean something."

"I think that would be a good idea, but I dont even know if she is real. If she was real, how would I find her?" I asked not expecting an answer.

"She's in Beacon Hills." she said calmly.

"What! How do you know?" I ask in utter shocked.

"I seen it in one of your drawings." She started flipping through the art book again. She stopped and pointed to another one of my drawings of Samantha. She was wearing a sparkly jersey that said 'Beacon Hills 24'. "The only Beacon Hills I can think of is the one in California"

"H-how do you know this? Your only ten years old."

"Samuel you're looking at the champion of the geography bee for my whole school. I know this kind of stuff. I'm not like the rest of the children in my grade. I actually pay attention to the teacher, and I read a lot of books."

"That's my Clementine." I reached over and started tickling her. She giggled while trying to fight my hands off. We were stopped when someone knocked on the door.

Dad poked his head into my room, and started smiling at Clementine and I playing. "Dinner is ready, you two."

"Ok Daddy." Clementine stood up on my bed and jumped to the floor. I stood up shorty and followed them.

"I guess you're not mad at us anymore." I asked

"Nah. You were just trying to protect Morgan, but don't tell your mom I said that." Dad laughed.

Clementine and I waited in the hall as Dad rounded up everyone for dinner. When everyone was ready we walked down to the kitchen, and ate dinner together.

A/N: So I just wanted you to know that this story won't be updated like every week maybe every two weeks because this story is not were I want it to be written wise. I keep pushing writing time with my time off, but it's not that I don't love this story it's just me being busy. Oh and this story will start making sense with The Story of Another Hale in the next chapter. So I hoped you enjoyed it. Peace