Family For Forever

Family For Forever- Chapter One

I really shouldn't be writing so many stories, but this is Megan's fault! Her wonderful story brought out one in me, okay! This is dedicated to bree_Marie, AKA, Megan. :3

P.S. Most of the caracters, such as Rouge, Samantha, and Donut, are all named after the names that my dad wanted to call me. He said those were awesome names and said I could pull off either one, which I could. And these characters are in no way related to me. I just thought they were funny. XD

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Chapter One:

Peircing green eyes, lush red/brown hair, soft under the touch. Thick, black lashes, deep red lips. I looked nice, I'd admit, asI looked into the mirror. But, the rest of my family looks nothing like this. Their skin isn't pale. They all have blue and brown eyes. They don't have sharp teeth like I do. Their teeth are blunt and... near to useless.

"Samantha, are you in there?" Donut called. Donut was my best friend.

She opened the door before I could say anything. I sighed. "Always the inpatient one, aren't we Dough?"

She cackled her donkey like... anything but a giggle, closing her eyes tight and leaning nearly all the way back, holding her stomach and sides. You'd think she was a pregnant sea horse by the way she looked. "It...sounded...like..you said...'aren't we...though'! BWAHA!"

I simply shook my head. It's the only thing you can do when it comes to Donut.

I frowned. She looked more like me than my sister, Brooke, did. Brooke Paxton was pretty. Wavy, short blonde hair and big blue eyes... You'd think we weren't even from the same continent! Donut though, had curly red/brown hair that reached her shoulders and bounced all the time, just like her constant attitude change. She had big, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to look like real Hershey bars, though if you tried to eat her eyes, she would do worse things to you. Trust me.

I was nearly jealous, though. Was everybody gorgeous?

"Now, get outta the pot, Girly!" She yelled at me, nearly angrily. "Rouge is probably out there, sucking face with some random guy!"

I laughed and she did, too. Her mood was giving me the creeps. Her eyes widend as wide as they could go and she smiled her almost dog looking smile, strutting out of the room like she was at the front of a marching band. Which she was, but still.

"I thought Rouge had a steady girlfriend anyhow."

"Steady?" Donut questioned. "Who are you? My grampa?"

She snorted and I smacked her upside the head. "If I was would I be grumpier than I am now?"

She laughed. Wait a mintue... "I just totally insulted myself didn't I."

She was suddenly serious, wearing a pair of shades that I had never seen before and will probably never see again. "Yes..." She held out the 's' and pursed her lips, wearing a tuxedo for probably this exact reason.

She was so weird... but I had to love her. She was flambouant, lovable, and loved to make fun of herself. Plus she was a total nincompoop. Who doesn't love a good nitwit every once in a while?

She danced her way into the kitchen smiling a creepy smile that should only belong in Teletubbies. Her face looked plastic and way to cheery. Like an old plaster doll for little girls...

Mother and her long blonde hair stood in the kitchen, baking something, what it looked like. Donut froze in mid-air. "Is that...cake?"

I grabbed her arms from behind, her teeth clinking against the tile floor as I pinned her to the ground, right before she could eat the pastry and possibly my mom.

"Mother. I think..." I paused to suck a deep breath through my teeth. Man, Donut was stronger than last time... "I think we're going to go now."

Mother laughed and nodded, smiling at me behind her brown eyes. Dark, haunting, hatred-filled brown eyes. Good old Mom. "Goodbye, Sammy!"

I dragged Donut by her eyelashes, the only way to render her silent. She hated eyelashes... Why did she want to keep them so much?

When we finally got to the car, Rouge looked over at us with her black hair and green eyes, heavily mascara-covered, not making-out, but nodding her head to what looked like an iPod. An iPod she could never afford. An iPod with my name on it.

"Rouge..."

She smiled at me when she saw us in the car. I'm not sure why she smiled, though. Donut was getting drool all over her window, just like a dog. What was she? A bloodhound, or a feakishly retarded chihuahua? Donut took our a tootsie pop. The world may never know...

Maybe she was an owl on drugs...?

"Rouge, you dope! Give me back my iPod!"

She ducked out of the way of my clenched fist. "Viva La Restance!"

I growled under my breath as she shot me a needle toothed smile. "Just drive, you idiot!"

I buckled my seat belt, which was shot-gun, by the way, and looked out the window grumpily. These two may be inbisiles, but they were my imbisiles at that.