This girl is on fire!

Samara Fields-21-Gifted Human. I love photography and I'm not my sister.

[johannapearljaynes]

Johanna shifted uncomfortably where she sat; unnerved by what this little girl described. “Wait, no one was home? Are you saying that it’s not just your sister that you’re having trouble finding? Where are your parents?” When the girl approached her in search of her sister, JJ had thought that it was a minor case of two sisters having strayed from one another. But it was an entirely different case—and a disconcerting one at that if the child couldn’t find her family either. 

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara looked around as if to see her parents in the passing crowd, but she knew they wouldn't be there. "I--I don't know." She told the woman turning back to face her. "Maybe they are just looking for me, I woke up in some apartment and I don't even know how I got there. They are probably really worried." She wasn't so sure about them looking for her, but had no other explanation for where they could be.

[sashaisgifted]

Sasha looked her sister up and down. Clearly whatever had done this to her had had an opposite affect on her sister. "Sam, it’s me. It’s Sasha."

[samara-giselle-fields]

The young girl was confused at the woman's words. "You're not my sister." She said feeling a little scared. "Sasha is much younger than you and looks like me." She added. Samara looked the woman over, what reason would she have to say such a thing.

[johannapearljaynes]

Johanna paused her cup of coffee in mid-air just as she was about to bring the cup up to her lips when she was interrupted by a young girl looking for her sister. That must’ve been the third child she’d run into that day. Ever since she had become a mother she had somehow developed a soft spot for kids, no matter how bad her day was going. And the concern etched in the young girl’s face moved her. “I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t believe I have. But maybe I can help you find your sister. Do you remember where you’d last seen or been with her?”

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara smiled, hopeful that the woman would help her find her sister. "I saw her at home, but when I went there no one was home." Samara told the woman still a little shaken from not being able to find her family. She had no clue as to where they would be, after all, she was gone so shouldn't they be worried and setting up search parties?  

[sashaisgifted]

Sasha turned around at the sound of a familiar voice and almost jumped at the sight in front of her. It was like she was looking in a mirror that only showed the past. “Samara?” She asked.

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara looked up at the woman, not recognizing her and wondering how she knew her name. "Yes?" She said. "Who are you?" She added politely.

[revival-gomez]

Hearing the girls voice, Blake spun around on her heal and shook her head slightly. “I am sorry, miss but no. I am looking for my brother, he seems to be missing, too. He looks like me…but a lad. Have you seen him?” She asked, giving a small smile. Another child that was in the same situation as her, not good.

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara frown when the girl said she hadn't seen her sister. "Oh no, you've lost your brother? I'm sorry, I wish i could say yes, but I've been so tired up in finding my sister I haven't noticed." She looked at the ground, sad that they both couldn't find each others sibling.  

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara had been wondering around town trying to find either her parents or her sister Sasha for over an hour, but so far she'd failed. "Hey, excuse me! Have you by any chance seen my sister?" Samara asked in the polite way she'd been taught to. "She looks exactly like me. Like identical." 

[samara-giselle-fields]

Young & Confused || Closed Para

Rolling over, Samara folded the covers back and sat up rubbing her eyes. She felt horrible, like she'd tossed and turned all through the night. Blinking to focus her vision, her eyes widened at what she saw. 'Oh my gosh where am I' she thought, too afraid to speak out loud. This was not her room and she had no idea how she'd gotten here. For a few moments she was too terrified to move, but soon realized she had to get out of there before someone showed up. Slowly, she inched off the bed realizing only then that she had on a gown two sizes to big for her. “Where are my clothes?” She whispered to herself before checking the room to make sure no one else was in there. Feeling a bit brave, Samara decided it was best to see if anyone was outside of the bedroom. If there wasn't, she already had a plan to bolt and find her way home. She opened the door slowly and walked out looking both ways, half expecting to be pushed back in by someone. But no one was there. Walking through, the blonde realized this had to be an apartment with how small it was. However, her main concern was finding the front door, which wasn't hard.

She reached out to open it, but suddenly realized she was still in the big gown and thought she better find something better to wear. She regretted having to go back into the room, but didn't want people to see her like this. The young girl walked back to the room and over to what she guessed to be a closet in hopes to find something better fitting. The only thing she could find though was a loose fitting tank top and some shorts. Whoever these clothes belonged to couldn't be that much bigger than her, because the sizes were only slightly off. Although, they had to be taller seeing as none of their pants fit. Satisfied, she returned to the front door, opening it and stepping out. Squinting from the sun, she realized she was still in the Hamptons. “Thank God.” She let out a sigh, happy she hadn't been taken too far from home. Scared and alone, the girl began making her way towards her house where she only hoped she could find some answers for what was happening. 

[samara-giselle-fields]

~Young Samara~ (Annasophia Robb)

[sashaisgifted]

The Drink || Sasha and Samara

After spending the whole weekend with a glass of alcohol in her hand, and not fully remembering the night before, Sasha had decided that a sober day was in order. It was just her luck that today was the day that free drinks were coming around.

She made her way to the bar, smiling when she saw that there was a selection of non-alcoholic drinks available. She threw an innocent looking smile over at the bartender as she ordered her drink. It smelled like heaven, and Sasha was excited to try it. She looked around as she picked it up, stopping when she saw a familiar face.

"Sam, come have a drink with me."

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara had been walking along the beach for about an hour dreading that this was the last day. She hadn't done much rather than swimming and soaking up the sun. She wasn't really the partying girl like her sister so she hadn't drank any alcohol the entire time of the bash. However, tonight she figured one drink wouldn't hurt. 

Just as the thought formed in her mind she heard Sasha call to her, telling her to come have a drink with her. Walking towards the bar she ran into one of the bartenders who were handing out the cocktails. "Hi, can I get two, please?" She asked with a smile and the woman handed her two cocktails. The blonde nodded in appreciation and walked over to her sister. "Hey, I got you a cocktail." She said setting it next to her other drink and sitting down. 

[sashaisgifted]

What a perfect weekend to come home to.

[sashaisgifted]

Sasha smiled as she hugged her sister back, “Me too. It’s good to see you. I promise I was actually planning on calling you.”

[samara-giselle-fields]

"Alright, I suppose I can forgive you then." Samara joked. "How do you like the bash? Hard to believe it's the end of summer." She said to her sister as they broke from the hug.

[wren-gallagher]

Wren sat at the dock, eyes wandering over the many half-naked teens in the water. “Well at least the weather’s great.” He mumbled, taking a swig of his beer. He’d never been a big fan of social events like these, but after about a million suggestions that he should attend either way, he finally caved. 

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara was walking the beach when suddenly she heard a man mumble something. She turned to her left noticing a familiar face, the man had worked on her car just a few days ago. "I'm sorry did you say something?" She wasn't sure if he'd been talking to her or just speaking to himself. 

[sashaisgifted]

What a perfect weekend to come home to.

[sashaisgifted]

"I was getting to it," Sasha defended lightly, "But there was a party and I just kind of lost track of it?"

[samara-giselle-fields]

Even though the twins weren't close, Samara was glad to see her sister was home. "Yea you are quite the party animal." She rolled her eyes and laughed before rapping her look alike in a hug. "I'm glad you're home Sasha."

[sashaisgifted]

What a perfect weekend to come home to.

[samara-giselle-fields]

"You come home and can't even call or text your sister?" Samara said with a fake hurt tone. "Now is that any way to treat your only sister?"

[samara-giselle-fields]

Day one: Goodbye Summer Bash 

[thescottdanverport]

"Hey." Scott replied, swimming towards the edge of the pool. He recognized the girl from somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where. It still seemed odd that she was watching him. "Thanks. Uh, actually I have." He responded, reaching the edge of the pool. He was curious as to why she’d been watching him, so he couldn’t help himself from asking. "Is that why you were watching? To ask if I was going pro?" He asked, slightly jokingly so the girl didn’t feel embarrassed.

[samara-giselle-fields]

She watched as the dark haired boy swam over to the side of the pool where she was seated. "It certainly shows in your technique, but I wasn't sure if this was just a hobby for you." She told him honestly and smiled. Hearing his next questions, she realized how odd she must have seemed just randomly watching a guy she didn't even know swim. "Oh, ha. No actually I'm here taking pictures of the school for the principal, or well supposed to be." She admitted looking around as if she were breaking some kind of rule and running a hand through her blonde hair. "I just saw you in here and figured with skills like that you deserved an audience. Which now I see might have looked a little creeperish." She said with a small laugh. 

[wren-gallagher]

When she admitted that she had no clue about the size of mounting bulb her car used, Wren simply nodded in reply. He hadn’t expected her to either, but you never knew around here; one could easily be surprised. “Don’t worry.” He said in a calm tone, and aimed her a slight smile. “The size should be marked on the old one. It’s no bother, really.” 

[samara-giselle-fields]

Relief flooded her features when he said it wasn't a problem. "Okay, that's great." She said with a cheerful smile. "Also do you have anything to knock the dent out of my bumper? I just got in a wreck and I was headed here anyways so I figured I'd see what might could be done." She added once again hopeful he could help. She'd never been to a mechanic, her dad had always took the cars somewhere and came back with the problem fixed. So she didn't really know how to ask for stuff or explain what she needed, but the guy seemed to get that she was pretty much clueless. 

[wren-gallagher]

Wren’s gaze kept keen on the woman as she explained her situation. She looked young, mid-twenties perhaps, with blonde hair and blue eyes - seemingly not the kind of girl who knew her way around a car. ”My apologies.” He spoke at the sight of her blushing cheeks, and grabbed the dirty shirt from the table before pulling it over his still-sweating torso. “Sounds like you need a light bulb. You wouldn’t happen to know what size your car uses?”

[samara-giselle-fields]

Samara watched as the man reached for a shirt and pulled it on, covering his body. She tried not to think about it though and focused on his words. "I really don't have a clue." She told him semi embarrassed. When it came to cars the only thing Samara knew was how to drive one. "It's parked right outside, I don't really know if you'd be able to tell though." She added hopeful that he could figure it out.