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"Ouch, oh my – damn you have a hard head!" Laylana let out a burst of laughter to keep the tears down as she shook her throbbing hand, looking down at her palm she seen small crescent shaped cuts from her nails.

Rodricks hand shot up to his eye and he let out a small groan, he would never admit how much that punch to the face actually hurt.

Ben started laughing. "So, you guys ready to go?" He asked, standing up and reaching for his keys.

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"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit poor defenseless people?" Rodrick asked, gently pressing his fingers to his swelling eye before letting out a hiss.

Laylana shrugged from the backseat. "Mama taught me how to get the job done." She said simply, staring out of the back window as the North Side of town began turning into Central East.

"Im going to have a black eye!" He whined.

"At least you won't get grounded." She said in a chipper tone.

"You clearly don't know my mother…" He mumbled.

"You clearly underestimate me, Heffley."

Rodrick rolled his eyes but didn't reply, he continued to poke at his tender flesh and wince.

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Susan was worried.

"Frank, do you suppose something bad happened to them?" She asked, looking towards her husband for some sort of answer.

Frank waved a hand and scoffed. "They're teenagers, out getting into some sort of trouble. Don't sweat it hun, they'll be back before you know it."

And just as the words left his mouth, a car pulled into the driveway. Little Sammie – who was over at the Heffley house with the rest of the Jefferson clan, bolted off of the couch and to the window next to Susan. They watched as Rodrick, Laylana, and a pajama clad Benjamin stepped out of the car, the adults where the first ones out of the door; boy where they in for a scolding.

"There you two are, Rodrick Heffley! You had me worried sick, you are in sooo much trouble youn-" Susan stopped talking as she caught sight of his swollen and bruising eye.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

Rodrick opened his mouth to speak, but Laylana took the lead.

"W- we went outside for some air at the burger joint Mrs. Heffley, we were just sitting on the trunk of my car!" Rodrick looked over to her and seen her bottom lip trembling, her voice shook as she fought back tears.

"That doesn't explain why your close are wet or why Rodrick looks like hes been popped in the eye." Frank spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest.

Laylana took a short gasping breath. "These two men came up, they had guns! We tried to fight them off…but they punched Rodrick out and stuffed us in the trunk! I- I….then w-we…they…I WAS SO SCARED!"

She let out an ungodly but realistic sobbing noise, big fat tears escaped her eyes and she buried her face into Rodricks chest as she clutched a handful of his muscle shirt. Rodrick played along and stroked her head, quietly shushing her and telling her it was going to be okay. Her response was to hug him closer, she had began to shake as her sobs got louder.

"Then what happened?" Susan's eyes where bulging.

Rodrick took over.

"Well I woke up alone in the middle of the Devil Worshipper woods, I walked around and found Laylana tied to a tree. They took her car and emptied out our pockets, im guessing they were just petty thieves looking to get a scare out of someone." He lied smoothly.

This time Ben was the story teller.

"I was on my way back home from my grandmas house when I seen them coming out of the woods, they looked kind of freaked out so I thought id stop and see what was up." He said, looking down at the grass.

Susan was the first to swoop in and hug the teens, she led them inside to the front room. Danny and Manny were asleep, both of the small boys snoozed together on the loveseat. Greg, Rowley, and Sam where sitting in the floor, taking turns playing Twisted Wizard. Laylana had managed to stop crying and was sipping on a hot cup of tea that Jane had made for her, Frank came back through from the kitchen and handed Rodrick an icepack.

"Put that on your eye, it will stop the swelling." He instructed.

Rodrick made no fuss and pressed the ice to his face, letting out a hiss as he did so.

"I think we should call the police, make a report."

"NO!" Laylana shouted.

Everyone looked at her.

"I mean…They got what they wanted, right? Why don't we just let it be? I don't want them coming back to finish what they started." She was starting to get upset again.

Susan gently rubbed her back. "Shh sweetie, we won't call. Frank, put that phone down!"

As the clock struck midnight the people inside the Heffley residence decided it was about time to turn in, the kids had school in the morning. So the Jeffersons said their goodbyes, Laylana gently scooped Danny from the loveseat and shared a fistbump with Ben and Rodrick before making her way across the street.

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When the alarm clock went off the next morning at 5:30 sharp Laylana was waiting for it, she quickly shut it up before the first beep was over. With a tired sigh she flipped her little black book shut and got up to shower, she didn't sleep a wink last night. Today was going to be her first day at a new highschool, oh the joys of being the new kid.

"chyeah right…" she muttered, then let out a large yawn.

About two hours later in the bathroom Sam was sitting on the toilet fidgeting like crazy as Laylana stood over her running a brush through her damp hair.

"Will you stop with the fidgeting!" Laylana laughed.

Sam groaned "I can't help it! I'm so nervous! My stomach feels like it's gonna fall out of my butt!

Laylana laughed again as she plugged in the blow dryer.

"It's ok Sam; you just have first-day-of-school jitters. It will go away by first period, no worries sis…Hey! You have Rowley there to keep you company!" She laughed as Sam groaned again.

"Yeah, that's really comforting."

Laylana started taking the blow dryer and a round brush to Sam's hair, after she was done with that Sam was sporting silky straight hair.

"How's that?" Laylana asked as Sam got up and moved to the mirror.

Sam ran her fingers through her hair, throwing it all different ways. She stopped when it looked messy and windswept enough, nodding toward her sister with a satisfied smile.

"Well let's go downstairs and eat before we head out, don't wanna be late for your first day of school." Sam groaned as she reluctantly followed.

Down at breakfast Sam continued to fidget in her seat, poking at her eggs with her fork.

"Samantha dear, what's got you so anxious?" Jane asked when she noticed Sam's fidgeting.

Sam groaned. "I'm starting a new school, I don't know anyone there. What if one of the older kids tries shoving me in a locker!"

Jane chuckled. "Dear you'll have Rowley there, and nobody will try to shove you in a locker."

Rowley spoke up from his breakfast, looking at his mother.

"Some 8th graders shoved Chirag Gupta in a locker last week." He said.

Laylana snorted into her orange juice, and then promptly began to choke.

For the hundredth time today, Sam groaned.

After breakfast all three of them shouldered their book bags and went out the door. Rowley was just about to walk to the Heffley's with Sam to meet up with Greg so they could walk to school. Sam turned toward Laylana.

"How do I look?" she asked, giving a spin.

She was wearing a pair of loose black skinny jeans, a bright blue Twisted Wizard t-shirt and her feet were strapped with her beat up old chucks.

Laylana rolled her eyes and laughed.

"You look like a million bucks twerp, now are you ok? I don't need to walk you to your first class do I?" She smirked, teasing her little sister.

Sam's eyes widened in horror, she quickly shook her head.

"No no no!" she said quickly.

"Come on Rowley, let's get away from her before she gets any more bright ideas." She said pulling him by the elbow away from Laylana and down the road toward the Heffley house.

Laylanas smirk faded as she began making her own quest to school, the butterflies in her stomach just about made her vomit.

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Sam lugged her way out of homeroom, walking between Rowley and Greg as they all made their way toward P.E

"UH! Homeroom was so BORING!" Sam yelled when they entered the gymnasium.

"It's okay Sam, homeroom is always boring."

Greg patted her shoulder jokingly before entering the boy's locker room with Rowley. Sam shook her head, trying to fight the corners of her mouth from curling up as she entered the girl's locker room. Once she was in her gym clothes and had her stuff locked up, she meet back up with the boys.

"Okay class, we have a new student with us! Everyone I want you all to meet Samantha Jefferson. Samantha I am Coach Malone, I will be your P.E teacher if you have any questions, concerns, etcetera you can come to me." Said the big buff guy with the clipboard.

"Will do Mr. Buff guy!" Sam mock saluted, causing everyone laughed.

"Yeah ha-ha, very funny. Okay guys, lets start out with some warm ups! Everybody, ten laps around the gym. GO!"

He blew his whistle as everybody groaned but started running. After warm ups, Coach Malone led the students outside onto the playing field. Greg, Rowley, and Sam all sat on the bleachers while he took attendance. Sam was now at the moment rubbing sun screen on her cousins back while Greg talked about social ladders and whatnot.

"Id say your somewhere around the 154 mark." He said to Rowley.

Sam laughed.

"Who's at the bottom?" She asked.

Before he could open his mouth to answer, a red headed boy with glasses came up grinning foolishly.

"Hey guys, wanna see my secret freckle? It's got a hair in it!" Before anyone could answer he lifted his shirt up to flash around his 'secret freckle'.

Greg and Rowley made noises of disgust.

Sam blinked.

"What…color is that…" asked Rowley.

"Wanna help me name it?" The weird boy whispered.

"Floyd the one haired freckle!" Sam spoke up immediately before she could stop herself.

Greg and Rowley shared looks of bewilderment, then Coach Malone called the class together.

"Alright I want the girls to go on the blacktop, you will be doing jump rope. Boys remain on field, I have a game activity planned out for you."

The girls happily ran over to the jump ropes and began double-dutch.

All the girls except for Sam.

"What are the boys doing?" She asked curiously.

"They will be playing a game I like to call Gladiator." Coach Malone said smirking.

"Mind if I play? Please! That sound SO much better than THAT." she said pointing to the jump roping girls on the blacktop.

Coach Malone looked at her curiously, with brows furrowed.

"Do you think you can handle it? Gladiator is a pretty rough game, don't want you to break a nail now." He said jokingly.

Sam laughed while rolling her eyes, she extended her fingers out to the Coach, showing him her bitten off, chipped polish nails.

"Nice try Mr. Buff, now tell us the rules so we can start!" Sam said eagerly, rubbing her hands together.

Coach Malone explained the rules to the guys…and Sam. Once that was done, he broke them off into groups Shirts vs. Skins.

"Can Samantha be on skins?" Bryce Anderson asked flirtatiously, pulling his shirt off and flexing his small muscles. He offered Sam a flirty smile.

"Pig" Sam snarled.

"Detention for obscurity Mr. Anderson." Coach Malone told the curly brunette sternly.

Coach Malone blew his whistle and the tackling began.

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An hour later he blew his whistle, indicating the end of P.E.

"Shirts win 36 to 12! Wow Samantha, I'm impressed. Those speed take downs were great!" Coach Malone told her when she walked up to him, grinning like a fool and gasping for air.

"Thanks Coach." She huffed, high fiving him.

The class went back in and dressed back into their regular clothes, Sam walked out of the locker room and made her way across the gym toward the two boys sitting in the corner.

"Hey guys, good game huh!" She said cheerfully.

"Yeah it was, it was so funny the way you fell trying to tackle me." Laughed Rowley.

Sam laughed along with him, she didn't know he was going to throw her over his shoulder like that when she tried to tackle him from behind.

"Those karate classes are really paying off aren't they, huh?" She joked.

"Was it really necessary to tackle me that hard?" Greg groaned rubbing his neck.

"I don't know why you're complaining Gregory, she didn't dislocate your shoulder."

Sam turned around to see that small Indian boy that she had tackled, he had a sling on his arm. He was glaring at Sam, she smiled apologetically at him.

"I said I was sorry little dude!" She exclaimed when he continued to glare at her.

"My name is Chirag Gupta!"

"Chirag….Chirag? WAIT! You were that kid that got shoved in the locker last week weren't you?" She asked giggling.

Chirag shot her one last fierce glare before stomping off to the other side of the gym.

"Someone's touchy." Sam smirked.

Greg and Sam made eye contact before bursting out in laughter. The bell rang and the three made their way to their next class.

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"Seriously, school food should be illegal." Sam complained as she received her lunch and began looking for a place to sit, the place was packed!

She turned around when she didn't hear them behind her anymore, glancing around she caught sight of them and that red headed freckle kid sitting in the floor behind the trash cans. Walking her way back to them, she sat between Greg and the red head.

"Uh, why exactly are we sitting in the floor?" she asked glancing around, she spotted a table with four open seats across the lunchroom.

"This is where all the cool guys sit." Said Red.

Sam turned her attention to him, he was really awkward to say in the least, but for some strange reason - Sam found him completely fascinating…maybe it was the freckle, she didn't know.

"What's your name Red?" She asked.

"Fregley" He said, flashing her a big smile. Sam noticed he had braces.

"Fregley" she repeated thoughtfully, nodding her head slowly. She offered him her hand.

"Hello Fregley. I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam."

He took her hand and shook it, Sam turned her attention back to Greg.

"So, you didn't answer me. Why are we sitting in the floor?"

"Nobody would let us sit with them." Greg sighed.

Sam stood up suddenly, the boys looked at her curiously. She had a determined look on her face and looked down at the three.

"Come on boys, get your butts up. We are NOT going to be eating on the floor for the rest of our middle school lives."

Greg and Rowley stood up and stood next to Sam, Fregley stayed sat on the floor.

"You too, Fregley." Sam said, looking down at him.

"Really?" He asked hopefully.

"Duh! No friend of mine is going to eat off the floor if I have any say in it."

Fregley stood up and grinned at Sam, who returned the grin right back. Sam walked to that table she spotted earlier, the other three following behind her. Just before they got to the table Bryce stinkin Anderson sat down in one of the four seats. She walked up next to him and dropped her tray down on the table.

"Sorry those seats are saved." He said when the boys sat down, they made a move to get up but Sam stopped them.

"No guys, stay." She said.

They remained seated, Sam turned back to Bryce, fixing him with a glare.

"I believe you're in my seat, beat it pretty boy." she drawled, poking her thumb to the side.

"I was here first, so you beat it" Bryce said glaring back at her.

"Listen Anderson, either you move or ill move you myself." She threatened.

"Try me." He smirked.

"Alrighty, if you say so." She shrugged.

She shoved Bryce with all the strength she could muster, and smiled in satisfaction when he went crashing into the floor. She sat in the now vacant seat, and picked up Bryce's tray. She overturned it above him in his spot sprawled out on the ground.

"Whoops a daisy." She said as she smiled innocently down at the boy now covered in today's mystery goop.

Students within a ten foot distance started laughing and clapping Sam on the back as they passed, pointing and laughing at Bryce as they stepped over him being careful not to slip in the spilt milk or spaghetti. Bryce got up and glared at Sam, he looked peeved. Sam just kept grinning at him. He stormed off into the crowd of students. Sam opened her milk and glanced at the guys, they had dumbfounded expressions on their faces…well, except Fregley. He seemed to be in his own little world stabbing at his jello. Then, Greg burst out laughing.

"See, no more eating off the floor." Sam said, smiling and sipping her milk.

"You are one strange strange girl Samantha Jefferson." Said Greg as he bit into an apple, as he chewed he shook his head and smirked at her.

Sam laughed, and then started a conversation with Fregley. She wondered in the back of her mind if her sisters first day was going as great as hers was.

You thought Rodrick hit her, didn't you? ;D These chapters are about to start getting longer, if you read the first writing of this story when it was still TH then you may see some of the similarities from the old chapters. Sam, Greg and Rowley will be a large part of this story as much as Rodrick and Laylana..So be expecting many many adventurous journeys from the three of them as well! Do you see that little box down there? TYPE IN IT…leave a review of what you think so far, come on man I don't bite! :D haha.