Sams face flashed in my eyes. I snapped back to real life. “Also, if you need anything give me a holler. You look a bit on the pale side.”, Samantha smiled. I smiled back, and took a quick glance at my legs and arms. I was a bit pale.
I walked down a dirt path for a while, then heard the loud shouts and pounding of men and boys. There was an old rickety, faded sign that read, ‘Ole Tavern Since 1678’. ‘What year was it now?’, I silently asked myself. I slowly opened the creaky wooden door. I never knew so many people could fit into a tiny space. I walked in to see everyone drinking pints of ale, beer, and other typed of alcohol. A big group of men were crowded around one table with a porky man sitting in the chair. Loud cheers erupted as a waitress brought a huge glass of beer, spilling to the brim. I assumed the man was to chug it. And surely enough he did. As that was going on, I searched for Sam among the crowd. I finally spotted him, with some older boys, but not watching the fat man chug beer, but silently staring at his feet, with his hands in his pockets. That was Sam; Sam the gentleman. I was about to call out his name, when burly, rough hands grabbed me from behind
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Would you DIE for him?{Watty Awards 2012}
Teen FictionLoosing a close friend can be very hard. Dying can be harder. Leslie had enjoyed life with Sam as long as she can remember, but that changes one night, when a disastrous accident occurs. Leaving Sam, dead.
