Saturday twenty- first, January, twenty twelve, just past 12 AM in the morning.
Sammy sits, resting his head on his best friend, Esme's shoulder. She watches The Robot Streak on her television. The movie pauses itself and she looks annoyed. She gets up to take a look at the CD, wipes it, blows it and inserts it back in. She grabs the remote, and the movie begins again.
She fast forwards and then pauses the movie. She heads back to the sofa and realises Sammy's spread across it. She mentally groans and sits on the thick brown carpet near the sofa. She plays the movie again.She feels uncomfortable on the floor.
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Sammy
''Sammy, I will slap you, get up!!''
mmmmhm. No. No way. I will not get up. I am so tired!
She however, does not shutup. I gave up. I opened my eyes, blinked several time, I needed my eyes to adjust to the light. I shut them back and sat up, allowing her to sit down.
''Thanks.'' Yes, what ever, I thought to myself. I told her I was going to my room to sleep now and that I tried but it did not work, but that I promise I would stay up with her all night tommorow. I told her that it was late and that she should sleep too.
She told me 'fine k' and started mummbling stuff under her breath about promises. I made a note to 'owe her one' tommorow, but for now, I got up and was going to head too my room. The way I was walking, would look to an outsider as if I was drunk. I was so tired.
I was just about too leave the room, when I heard it.
A knock on the front door.
''Heh. Esme, who the hell-'' She cut me off, telling me 'it is them, the old couple.' She scolded me, annoyed that I had forgotten already. But I had not...well I had, but I was fully alert now and I remembered. She sighed and got up, to go get the door. I swallowed hard and went to go with her. But she abruptly turned to face me and told me to 'Go away. Go to sleep.'
I did not know what to do. Again I was stuck with two options.
Of course I wanted to sleep...Ive wanted to since yesterday! But then again, I was curious, who were these people?
My curiousity got the better of me.
So, I stayed on the other side of the thin wall, blocking me from seeing there faces but allowing me to hear them.
I could hear the old woman Esme spoke off. ''Hello dear. Take this dear'' and Esme replied 'No thanks.' I assumed they spoke of the 'Plan Your Death + Before I die' form.
The woman spoke again, ''That is okay, dear. But, here, take it, give it to him.'' huh, now I was confused. I tried to get closer, so as to hear better. Esme replied 'who?' at least she sounded confused as well.
''Sammy, duh.'' Said a mans voice.
Then, for what seemed like the millionth time ever, I froze. I felt my body shiver and I shuddered. I could literally feel myself shrinking. Who were they. How did they know me. What was happening!!
''You spoke.'' Said Esme.
''Of course he spoke, dear. He speaks. I speak. We speak. Tardarh! Now dear, give these to him.
''I had to be brave.
I went around the corner to face them.
But...there was noone there, except Esme, back towards me. She was leaning on the door, her right arm across her head and the left dangling from her side and holding two envelopes.

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