On the first room to your right, at the top of the stairs, holds a girl named Samantha, who has platinum blonde hair and turquoise colored eyes, fair pale skin, and slim, perfectly sculpted body. As if she was perfectly formed from the gods.

She was reading a book, that she had stolen from the trash bin outside of the house. It was her free time at the moment since she had finish her cleaning earlier today.

She continued reading before shouting takes place downstairs and travels up an into her bedroom. Samantha then goes back to reading as quietly counts down in her head.

1...

She hears loud stomping on the stairs...

2...

She hears footsteps and struggling approaching her bedroom.

Finally, 3....

As a boy, her age, was basically thrown onto her bed. She looked up from her book at master of the household who took in the orphans, his name was Mr.Bularhog.

He gave her a cold look that seemed to scan over her body, making her feel icky as she shivered in disgusted, before he left back downstairs.

Samantha, once feeling safe, looked at the boy who was on her bed. She sighed and shook her head as set her book down on her old ,white wooden nightstand.

"Again Stephen? How many times must you do this to yourself before realizing enough is enough," she told him as she got up off her bed and went to her closet.

The boy(who you now know is named Stephen) sighed as he fixed himself more comfortable on her bed. "Until we get out of here, Samantha. I can't stand being in this hell of a place."

"Well I can't stand seeing you being beaten up almost everyday for trying to find us a way to sneak out," she tells him as she gets out the first aid kit and walks over to tend to his wounds.

"But I have to, so we can have a better life than we are right now, Samantha," he protests.

"Okay and where would we go after that, hmm?"

"Anywhere we want Samantha, we could even go to Paris, France if we wanted to," he tells her as she starts tending his wounds. "I can get a job and raise enough money for us to go. Maybe we can even go to Peru."

"Do you even know where all of those places are?," Samantha questioned him.

"Why of course I do, Paris is located right in the middle of Europe, while Peru is located in the continent of Egypt."

"Umm... Stephen...?"

"Yes?"

"Your wrong about where both of them are," she tells him.

"I did what now!?"

Samantha laughs as she begins telling him where they are located thanks to the book she reading on world geography.

"Oh, I did not kno- AH FREAKING CRUD THAT FRWAKING BURNS SAMANTHA!,"Stephen shouts out in pain when she applied the rubbing alcohol to his cuts and scrapes.

"Sorry, maybe next time you should listen to me," she says as she begins to bandage him up before dealing with the whiplashes on his back.