So, hi. I'm Samantha, and my two brothers and I are outcasts of a sort, living where no one has ever gone. Well, anyways, this is my part of the story.

I have done the spying for the past year. Learning how to grow corn even better. Seeing how to hunt, because mom and dad don't know how. Sawyer, my youngest brother, is five. Spencer, the middle child, is seven. We have fruit aplenty, but we couldn't grow any corn this year. We ate all of it last winter, except for some, which we ground into flour to bake bread. Now we have none left, so we have to go steal some. How else will we survive?

That night, me and my brothers set off with nothing but a bag. When we arrived, we had filled halve the bag with corn when a girl who looked eleven jumped out and grabbed me, yelling "Gotcha!"

"Hey!" I yell, yanking my arm away.

"C'mon boys!" I shout, running as fast as I can towards home.

"Wait up!" Yelps Sawyer, struggling to keep up.

Not replying, I run faster. As we cross the ridge, the girl stops in her tracks, gawking. I take the opportunity to get home quick. When we arrive home, soaked with sweat, mom just gives us one of those looks that says, 'You're hopeless' in a friendly way. Her smile brightens when we show her the corn.

"This is great! We can make bread again! You love how you're dad makes it, don't you?" She says, more exited than I ever could have hoped.

And that is what makes me smile the most.

Author's note
Well, I really hope you liked this chapter, because I am doing this chapter especially nice, because Samantha is my most fav. Character of all. I named her after me, and I hope the end made you smile. Thx for reading.