Sam's Story

The Beginning

Sam, short for Samantha, was enjoying a bright, sunny day in the woods on her mom's farm. Just riding a horse with an apple hanging out of her mouth. Then BANG she knew right away she was in danger. Right when she heard the bang of old Mr. Fetterfield's gun. It might be best to start at the beginning, Sam was born to a wealthy young couple who had no interest in having a child. So, from the beginning they didn't know what to do. They lived in a very large house in a fancy part of town called The Horizon District. They had lots of nice furniture and many, many breakable things.

"Vance, come put a new diaper on this thing. I just got a $80 manicure and this child's poo is disgusting!" Called Beatrice, who refused to get dirty. She worked as a boutique owner, she had wonderful business every day and sold a number of things.

" Get over it, I am the cities third most important person. And there are a lot of people in this city," yelled Vance, he was a lawyer that was very stubborn and wanted lots of sports cars, but unlike most people, he refused to get under the hood.

"You, you come help me change this dastardly thing at once!"

"Never"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Fine! I am going to call someone and tell them this baby is up for adoption." Yelled Beatrice

"Fine"

"Fine" Cried Beatrice

Beatrice called the adoption agency and told them to pick up young Sam tomorrow morning. Though they said they were not an adoption agency but they would take her baby . "Okay works with me just have this thing gone by tomorrow." She said in a snarly voice. They agreed and hung up. The rich couple didn't even name Sam.