Samantha Emily Kingston
Characters:
Uncle Frank - Uncle Jared
Lane - Jason
Janie - Angel
I was Samantha from age six to age eight. About two years. About two years of happiness. About two years of popularity. About two years of being a delusional baby. About two years of thinking that I would be Samantha Emily Kingston for the rest of my miserable existence. I remember Samantha's last days like it was last week. I have the best memory in the family, long-term memory that is.
I woke up to the sound of my little sister, Casey crying. I rubbed my eyes and slid off my bed. After I brushed my teeth and changed I ran downstairs. When my feet hit the floor I froze and looked at our family. My mom was holding baby Casey, who had been born two months after we moved. My dad was sitting in his chair and was trying to read the paper. His shoes were tapping vigorously, he wouldn't last long.
Three
Two
One
My dad threw down the paper and closed his eyes.
I remember thinking that it was beautiful because it was my family. First of all, gag! Second, see?!Delusional baby!
Then my mom turned to me and handed me a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. I loved them. She doesn't make them anymore. I remember shoving them all down and grabbing my backpack.
"Mom! I'm gonna be late!"
"We have to wait for Lane and Janie. They're riding with us today."
"No they're not! That's Thursday!"
"Oh, yeah."
"MOM!"
"OKAY, let's go."
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"So how was school honey?"
"Good."
"Do you like it here?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Do you want to move again?"
"No! I love it here! I have lots of friends and everyone's nice!"
"It's okay, we won't move again."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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Two days later...
I was laying in bed listening to my dad arguing with someone on the phone.
"You did what?!"
.......
"You son of a-"
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"No!!! We are not doing it again!"
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"That was a one time thing!"
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It was quiet for so long that I thought that my father had hung up, but then I heard:
"Fine. For them."
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"I love you too, man."
I just laid there staring at the ceiling, I was confused. I didn't understand what they were talking about. I heard my dad stomp upstairs then,
*SLAM*
It hit me. They were talking about leaving. Changing names. Moving far away. Becoming someone else. And my father agreed.
I sat up and waited for my mom to confront me. A few minutes later my mom entered and I began yelling questions at her, "It it true? Are we leaving again?" my voice shook. One look at my mom and I knew,
"Yes."
No... No... No NO, "NO!" My mom jumped. "We can't! I don't want to go! I really like it here!" I began crying- no sobbing, "I don't want to go! You can't make me!" I blinked, when I opened my eyes my mom was in front of me. She slapped me across the face. Hard.
My mom held my face in her hands and forced me to look her in the eyes. When she spoke her voice wavered, but was firm.
"I'm sorry. I am SO sorry. But we have to go. Uncle Frank is in trouble. We're family and families help each other, we have to help Uncle Frank even if it means leaving again. I'm sorry."
So we left.
