“Where there is death, there will always be death.” I didn’t know why but for some reason, of all the things she said, that’s what bothered me the most. What did that mean? That Sam was definitely going to die? But she said, had she not, that I could save her? That there was a way. A dangerous expedition, she had called it. Which meant that there was a way. All night I thought about her words, about how I was going to save Sam, about that one sentence she had said. Did it mean that if I were to save Sam, someone else were to die? Would I do that? Would I save my only friend even if it meant that someone else had to die? Of course I would. But what if this someone else had a family? What if the family was poor and this one person was the only one keeping the rest of them alive? I would not only be killing someone, I’d be killing a whole family. Would I do that? But I couldn’t let Sam die. She was the only person who stood by me through everything. One might wonder, why was I thinking through this so much when I had witnessed countless number of people dying? Well, those deaths I couldn’t help. I couldn’t do anything about that. But this, this was up to me. I had to choose between possibly killing a whole family and just letting the person who had stuck with me through high and low, the closest person I had to family, die. It was such a hard choice. I knew that choosing to not save Sam would be the morally right thing to do but how could I do that? I couldn’t let her die. So I decided to just go with the flow. See how things went. I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
“Sam, there are some nice people coming to see you! Get down here and let me see what you look like you slimy girl. You better look presentable!” Mrs Pimberly called. This was it. This was where I had to devise a plan, sneaky enough to pass Mrs Pimberly.
Sam turned around and looked at me. It was then that I understood what people meant by ‘see fear in the eyes’. Her big, blue eyes were shiny with terror and no the shininess was not because of tears.
“Go on, Sam. I’ll think of something. Just go!”
She looked at me for one last second before turning around and walking down the stairs.
Now, it was plan thinking time and I had ten minutes max to think and carry it out. What was I going to do? I started pacing, as I always did when I was thinking mischievously. I heard a car pull into the drive and peeked outside the window. Woah, rich people. Shiny, silver, Mercedes Benz car. A man in a suit and a woman in a glossy, black dress. Typical rich people. They got out of the car and went to the boot of the car. The man put his hands into it and pulled out a Yorkshire terrier. So they had a dog too! Sam loved dogs. They walked into the much-cleaner-than-usual-but-still-not-clean-enough orphanage after closing the boot. Or so they thought…
I tiptoed downstairs and crossed the door where Sam, Mrs Pimberly and the guests. Mrs Pimberly was talking in her loud, honey coated voice which she saved for the potential foster parents to sweet talk them into adopting the child and getting another one of her hands. I just managed to make it out of the door without being heard when BAM! I stepped on one of those freaking twigs.
“Probably a cat…” I heard Mrs Pimberly say and then I heard her heavy footsteps walking towards the door, towards me. I quickly ran and ducked behind her car just when she came to the door. She stood at the door opening and narrowed her eyes, scanning the surrounding for ‘cats’. Then she huffed and slammed the door close. I heaved a sigh of relief and slowly got up. It was the first time I had been outside without Mrs Pimberly and without permission. I spotted the Mercedes quick enough, considering it was the only car around other than Mrs Pimberly’s rusty old junkyard car. I slowly walked over, awestruck by the glossiness of the car. I could see my reflection in the black surface and boy did I need a wash! I wiped my hands on my dirty, old clothes although that didn’t exactly help much. I hesitantly lifted the car boot and crawled inside trying to occupy as little space as a 120 pound girl could possibly occupy. Now I just had to wait…
I decided to take a peek when I heard Mrs Pimberly’s voice. She was waving goodbye to someone. I shifted a little to the side and saw Sam and the rich couple waving back. Sam was carrying the dog. Oh my god I completely forgot about the dog. It was going to be put in the boot. Oh fudge cakes and chocolate balls! There went my stupid ‘genius’ plan. I waited anxiously, waiting for the boot to open and for the scream to come. But it didn’t. Sam got into the car with the dog in her hand. The rich couple got into the two front seats and started the engine. No boot check! Phew! You’re probably wondering what I was going to do after they started driving. I had no idea. But I reassured myself when I thought about how when they found me they would have to let me stay. Right? But I decided to play as Sam’s mental sister who could not bear to be separated from her. Which I was. Kind of.
I could hear them talking animatedly to Sam. They seemed like really nice people. I just hoped that they would be nice to me too.
About half an hour later, they stopped in front of a… it was way too big to be a house. No this was freaking mansion. It was…like…really REALLY big! I actually did a double take. And apparently Sam was quite shocked as well. I heard her gasp and I could almost picture her eyes opened up wide and her mouth in a comical ‘O’. I almost forgot where I was when suddenly I heard a voice say, “Hey Honey, could you Cookie leash. It’s in the boot”
Uh-oh I was busted.
I heard the clip-clop of heels walking towards the boot. I literally freaked out internally when I heard the boot door click. The door opened to reveal the lady in the black dress. Her eyes met mine and she stood there, dumbstruck, for a second or two before letting out an ear-shattering scream.
