Chapter 4
“This is crazy,” her sister told her as she handed her a mug of hot chocolate in her city apartment.
“Tell me about it,”
“How’s Dad?” Savannah asked.
“He’s gone,”
Savannah rushed over and gave Samantha a hug, stroking her hair, and crooning “Oh Sam,”
“We all knew it was coming,” Samantha stated.
“Yeah, but never so soon”
“How would آپ know? آپ never even bothered to check up!” Samantha shouted, enraged, and wrenched herself free of her sister’s embrace.
“Yes, I did! I called! Dad blocked my number!” Samantha’s دل softened. Maybe he really did, she pondered. But she thought better, and turned her دل quickly back to steel. Steely hard and no one could touch her. She was invincible, strong.
“And آپ couldn’t have tried another way? Would it have killed آپ to come back to Alabama to make sure I wasn’t dead? Does that even matter to you?”
“Of course it matters to me. If it didn’t, I would have left آپ on the street!” Savannah’s cheeks turned سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری pink, her version of an angry red. Savannah always was a soft one. The two were nothing alike. Personality and appearance-wise. But they loved each other anyways they still tried to get along. Samantha sighed, and decided to drop the conversation for tonight. Apparently, while Samantha was getting beaten and starved down in Alabama, her sister had reinvented herself in Chicago. Living in a lush apartment, she had a swanky job as a personal assistant to one of the stock market’s big shots. Sure, Chicago was dangerous, but Samantha was used to that. And Savannah just so happened to live on the nice side of town. Of course. Internal eye roll. Now that the two sisters had “found each other”, Savannah had concluded that Samantha should اقدام in to her apartment, and go to some hoity toity private school, cuz the public schools here sucked dick as much as the ones in Alabama. Obviously, Samantha wasn’t buying into it. Never ever would she give in so easy. She didn’t want to get hurt It was all stupid. When Savannah realized Samantha had دیا up, she rose up from her chair gracefully, and bird-like. She had a slight build, willowy.
When she was out of sight, Samantha gripped the ceramic mug of hot chocolate and dumped it down the drain. She wasn’t going to drink it, she wanted to enjoy the hunger for as long as possible. She knew her sister was hyper obsessive and therefore Samantha would most likely be forced to eat, and sit together at night and eat رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا like a family.
Screw that, Samantha thought as she sank down onto the سوفی, لٹانا to sleep. No way was she going to accept any of her sister’s kindness. It had come too late, and if her sister had a problem with it, she could just remember it was her fault. She was the one who ignored them. She was the one who left her behind. She was the one who didn’t bother to check up. She was the one who left and didn’t look back. Not even for own sister.
Pushing the overfull plate of food away from her, Samantha told her sister she wasn’t that hungry. Smirking, Samantha laughed internally. Her sister was an idiot. Enjoying the deception, Samantha realized that it was starting to become fun. Sick and distorted. But then again everything Samantha enjoyed was sick and distorted.
“Ugh, for god’s sake, would آپ put some makeup on? And maybe, just maybe, brush your hair?” Savannah’s shrill, annoying voice came ringing through the apartment from the kitchen.
“Fine,” Samantha bristled, standing up and shuffling towards the bathroom. They were going to yet another prep school interview. No one wanted an undereducated southern Alabama punk in their nationally acclaimed school. What’s the point? she asked herself, as she slopped on an oatmeal colored sweater and dark wash jeans, courtesy of her sister. As expected, her sister had taken her shopping the دن after she found her huddled on the street. That was 2 weeks ago, and Savannah had been trying her best to accommodate Samantha and make up for “all those lost years”. All those lost years. That was putting it lightly. Savannah had barely tried to contact her in years. Now she wanted to play replacement mommy? It wasn’t as if she couldn’t have left Samantha on the street. She could’ve pretended she didn’t see Samantha. I wouldn’t have minded, Samantha thought groggily.
But, really, Samantha would have. Admittedly, it was nice to have someone taking care of her for once, and having a clean house and a بستر and whatnot. Chicago had cold winters. But still! It’s not like Samantha begged for her help, she didn’t come here to find her. Samantha didn’t even know her sister was in Chicago. If she had, she wouldn’t have come here, she would have taken the Greyhound to St.Louis یا New York یا something. In back of her, someone- یا something- flickered. A silky, misty voice whispered in her head, Would آپ really? Samantha jumped around to see who was there, only to face thin air. Would I really what? She asked herself, یا whoever was there. If there was someone there. And there wasn’t. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Hurry up!” Savannah shrieked.
“Were going to be late!” she continued.
Groaning, Samantha stomped towards her sister.
“I don’t care,” she grumbled
“You should!” Savannah snapped.
“Let’s go before wer’e late!”
The car whizzed down highway towards “Evergreen Prep”, the اگلے prep school they were examining. Apparently, people here actually cared about education. In Alabama, people cared about what they were going to fry up for رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا and omigosh did آپ hear Mr. Bobby was beatin’ up Ms.Suzy. Brakes groaning, the car rolled to a stop in the parking lot of Evergreen Prep. It looked slightly different from the other schools they’d visited. Samantha wasn’t quite sure how. Maybe she just had a feeling.
“So, Monday, right?” Savannah asked, yet again. In one hand, Samantha was clutching a map, schedule, and several pamphlets. The other, was dripping sweat. Just like everything else in her life, this had happened fast. Oh, and what was different about this school? It was an arts school.
“This is crazy,” her sister told her as she handed her a mug of hot chocolate in her city apartment.
“Tell me about it,”
“How’s Dad?” Savannah asked.
“He’s gone,”
Savannah rushed over and gave Samantha a hug, stroking her hair, and crooning “Oh Sam,”
“We all knew it was coming,” Samantha stated.
“Yeah, but never so soon”
“How would آپ know? آپ never even bothered to check up!” Samantha shouted, enraged, and wrenched herself free of her sister’s embrace.
“Yes, I did! I called! Dad blocked my number!” Samantha’s دل softened. Maybe he really did, she pondered. But she thought better, and turned her دل quickly back to steel. Steely hard and no one could touch her. She was invincible, strong.
“And آپ couldn’t have tried another way? Would it have killed آپ to come back to Alabama to make sure I wasn’t dead? Does that even matter to you?”
“Of course it matters to me. If it didn’t, I would have left آپ on the street!” Savannah’s cheeks turned سٹرابیری, اسٹرابیری pink, her version of an angry red. Savannah always was a soft one. The two were nothing alike. Personality and appearance-wise. But they loved each other anyways they still tried to get along. Samantha sighed, and decided to drop the conversation for tonight. Apparently, while Samantha was getting beaten and starved down in Alabama, her sister had reinvented herself in Chicago. Living in a lush apartment, she had a swanky job as a personal assistant to one of the stock market’s big shots. Sure, Chicago was dangerous, but Samantha was used to that. And Savannah just so happened to live on the nice side of town. Of course. Internal eye roll. Now that the two sisters had “found each other”, Savannah had concluded that Samantha should اقدام in to her apartment, and go to some hoity toity private school, cuz the public schools here sucked dick as much as the ones in Alabama. Obviously, Samantha wasn’t buying into it. Never ever would she give in so easy. She didn’t want to get hurt It was all stupid. When Savannah realized Samantha had دیا up, she rose up from her chair gracefully, and bird-like. She had a slight build, willowy.
When she was out of sight, Samantha gripped the ceramic mug of hot chocolate and dumped it down the drain. She wasn’t going to drink it, she wanted to enjoy the hunger for as long as possible. She knew her sister was hyper obsessive and therefore Samantha would most likely be forced to eat, and sit together at night and eat رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا like a family.
Screw that, Samantha thought as she sank down onto the سوفی, لٹانا to sleep. No way was she going to accept any of her sister’s kindness. It had come too late, and if her sister had a problem with it, she could just remember it was her fault. She was the one who ignored them. She was the one who left her behind. She was the one who didn’t bother to check up. She was the one who left and didn’t look back. Not even for own sister.
Pushing the overfull plate of food away from her, Samantha told her sister she wasn’t that hungry. Smirking, Samantha laughed internally. Her sister was an idiot. Enjoying the deception, Samantha realized that it was starting to become fun. Sick and distorted. But then again everything Samantha enjoyed was sick and distorted.
“Ugh, for god’s sake, would آپ put some makeup on? And maybe, just maybe, brush your hair?” Savannah’s shrill, annoying voice came ringing through the apartment from the kitchen.
“Fine,” Samantha bristled, standing up and shuffling towards the bathroom. They were going to yet another prep school interview. No one wanted an undereducated southern Alabama punk in their nationally acclaimed school. What’s the point? she asked herself, as she slopped on an oatmeal colored sweater and dark wash jeans, courtesy of her sister. As expected, her sister had taken her shopping the دن after she found her huddled on the street. That was 2 weeks ago, and Savannah had been trying her best to accommodate Samantha and make up for “all those lost years”. All those lost years. That was putting it lightly. Savannah had barely tried to contact her in years. Now she wanted to play replacement mommy? It wasn’t as if she couldn’t have left Samantha on the street. She could’ve pretended she didn’t see Samantha. I wouldn’t have minded, Samantha thought groggily.
But, really, Samantha would have. Admittedly, it was nice to have someone taking care of her for once, and having a clean house and a بستر and whatnot. Chicago had cold winters. But still! It’s not like Samantha begged for her help, she didn’t come here to find her. Samantha didn’t even know her sister was in Chicago. If she had, she wouldn’t have come here, she would have taken the Greyhound to St.Louis یا New York یا something. In back of her, someone- یا something- flickered. A silky, misty voice whispered in her head, Would آپ really? Samantha jumped around to see who was there, only to face thin air. Would I really what? She asked herself, یا whoever was there. If there was someone there. And there wasn’t. At least that’s what she told herself.
“Hurry up!” Savannah shrieked.
“Were going to be late!” she continued.
Groaning, Samantha stomped towards her sister.
“I don’t care,” she grumbled
“You should!” Savannah snapped.
“Let’s go before wer’e late!”
The car whizzed down highway towards “Evergreen Prep”, the اگلے prep school they were examining. Apparently, people here actually cared about education. In Alabama, people cared about what they were going to fry up for رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا and omigosh did آپ hear Mr. Bobby was beatin’ up Ms.Suzy. Brakes groaning, the car rolled to a stop in the parking lot of Evergreen Prep. It looked slightly different from the other schools they’d visited. Samantha wasn’t quite sure how. Maybe she just had a feeling.
“So, Monday, right?” Savannah asked, yet again. In one hand, Samantha was clutching a map, schedule, and several pamphlets. The other, was dripping sweat. Just like everything else in her life, this had happened fast. Oh, and what was different about this school? It was an arts school.
sorry everyone who reads these but i have to stop writing them for three weeks. I thnk i will be able to fit in maybe 1 in that period, but i have my prelims and i will be too tired یا too something to کریں شائع them, sorry. But i will try, i promise!
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sorry it had to be longer lol
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sorry it had to be longer lol
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