-Chapter 3-

Okay, so when I woke up I wasn't much better off. I didn't sleep well. Did you know Seth snores? Loud? Yeah, bet you didn't. I didn't either.

Anyway back to the present with us laying in an ally way…well me lying on top of Seth and Parker, who are sitting down.

"Sam, we need to talk," Parker says, playing with my hair.

"What about?" I ask, hiding my nervousness.

"Seth and I are going to sign up," Parker says. My jaw drops. They can't sign up. I can't lose them. I can't lose Seth.

"You guys can't go! Where will I stay?" I yell.

"Shhh, Baby. You'll stay with my sister. She and her fiancé agreed to help you out," Seth says soothingly.

"I don't wanna go. It won't be the same as living with you guys," I cry. I can't lose them! I can't!

"Baby, you have to. We don't want to leave either, but we have to keep you safe," Seth says.

"Parker, come on! You know what it's like to lose everyone! Don't put me through that again!" I cry in desperation. I see Parker flinch at the memory.

"Samantha, we don't have much of a choice," Parker says. I flinch. Parker only calls me Samantha when he is mad. "You don't either."

"You're not eighteen yet," I point out. "You can't join."

"You can if you need they pay, are sixteen, and are willing to join," Parker says with finality.

"Seth…" I try. Nothing happens. Seth avoids my steely gaze. "Seth, please."

"Sam, we have to. We can't risk you fainting, or whatever it was that happened to you yesterday, happening again when we can't get help," Seth says. I drop the subject.

I don't let it go though. I hold an icy grudge. I hole up, and I definitely do not speak. I barely eat. Seth and Parker know they have made a mistake, but they can't cover their tracks this time.

And as I much as I love my brother and Seth (what is he to me any way?) I have to hate them for what they are doing.

"Baby, talk to me please," Seth pleads. Parker was off getting dinner and refused to leave me alone.

"Seth I can't lose you," I whisper, trying not to cry.

"It'll be okay, baby. We'll come back," Seth whispers putting his arm around me.

"Seth, I can't do this! I can't stand to let you and Parker leave knowing you may never come back," I say, tears leaking out of my eyes. I HATE crying. Crying is a weakness, and weak people don't have the will it takes to survive in European countries. Weak people are like the Germans. They go down without a fight. They don't even try.

The strong, we fight. We don't let anyone hold us back. We never give up. We never stop fighting. We will not lose. We will die before allowing defeat to take us. We don't ignore the world around us. We accept it. We embrace it. We are like the mighty French, who still fight, though all hope is lost. We are the strong. And to us strength is not an option.

"What's up Sam?" Seth asks.

"The strong never give up," I whisper. "And they won't go down without a fight."

"Sam, I know you're mad, I just don't see a way out," Seth mummers. I lay my head on his familiar shoulder. "Just remember I will never forget you, if that's what you're worried about."

"We were the strong. The strong and mighty French, the ones who never gave up. We would fight to our last and then some. Where are those people? Where are the ones, who made people want to help France? The ones who defined the definition of strong? Where are they now?" I ask, though I knew. I knew we were part of those people. And when we did get separated, we were no longer as strong. That was what I didn't want to happen. I wanted to go to sleep and wake up in a world with no war. I wanted to wake up safe and sound in Seth's strong arms.

Not this. I didn't ask for this.

a short chapter. Its really only there to help set up the plot and relationships. If you enjoyde reading this leave me a review with thoughts and ideas. you wil get a cookie!