"Samantha! Get off of her!" Said Mrs. Kendra. "Why? This is my mom." I told her. "No that is a news reporter. Your concussion must be making you seeing weird." Mrs Kendra said while pulling me off the lady. I looked up and it wasn't my mom. I wished it was. "Sorry, you look a lot like my mom." I told the lady. "It's ok." Said the lady. Mrs. Kendra put her arm around me and walked me inside. I kept staring behind me watching the lady. We walked inside the church. Mrs Kendra left me and went to sit up at the front seat. I looked around the room and someone put their hands over my eyes. "Guess who?" Asked the person. "Who?" I asked. The person uncovered my eyes and turned me around. It was Marco. "So, where you sitting at?" He asked me. "No where at the moment." I told him. He smirked and picked me up. "Marco, put me down!" I squealed. He chuckled. He walked over to the back part of the room. He put me down right at the end of a crowded row. He sat down and there was barley any room for anyone else in that row. "There isn't any room for me to sit." I told him. He smirked. "Then sit on my lap." He told me. I just stared at him. He looked serious. I shrugged my shoulders and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my legs. He picked me up and twirled me around so he was holding me bridal style. I felt like a baby sitting/laying like that. The preacher came up on stage and started talking. I wasn't paying attention. Next thing I know Marco is grabbing a gospel book. He opens to a page and starts to sing along with the wrest of the people in church. Wow, he has an amazing voice. I started to feel my eyes get heavy. I fell asleep on Marcos lap.
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Teen FictionHi I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sami. I live with my mother alone in a cabin in the middle of the forest up in the mountains of Colorado. The closest town next to ours is Colorado Springs. But we have to go over Pikes peak to get to it. My m...
