FLASHBACK*
"Sam sweetie, can you see me outside for a second? Pack up your stuff as well."
"Yes, Mrs. Mosby." This is odd.
Mrs. Mosby usually only asks you to step outside when you're in trouble, and she hardly tells you to take your stuff with you almost never. I'm not a bad student, so I don't understand.
"Hi, Samantha." She said to me with a smile while closing the door to our classroom.
"Hello" Mrs. Mosby was the reason I loved 2nd grade. She was my favorite teacher ever!
"Sam, I have some really horrible news...." She started to say and I felt myself start to frown. I don't like bad news. I hate it actually. "I don't know exactly how to say this." I couldn't help but to wonder more and more ,with each pause she took, what she was going to say. "Sam, I'm so sorry I truly am, you're so young and you don't deserve this. Not at all." She took a deep breath and continued, "Samantha, your mom got into a car accident. She...she didn't make it." It sounded like it was one of the hardest things for her to ever say, but I couldn't focus on it.
When she said my mom got into an accident I immediately fell onto my knees. I knew exactly what was going to come after it. I knew she was going to say she was dead, but I don't believe it. I look up at her with tears streaming down my face "my mommy, she's...she's really dead?"
"I'm so sorry, Samantha. I truly am, but yes." She started to hold me in her arms and just let me cry into her shoulder. "Your auntie is here to pick you up and take you home." She said to me while picking me up, grabbing my backpack from off the floor, and starting to walk over to the front of the school.
This is the worst day of my whole life.....
Just a quick flashback to when Sam found out about her mother. I know it's short but it's to give people a better picture about Sam's past.
~Angela
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Torture
Short StoryHi, I'm Samantha Parker...I like to be called Sam though. I'm really shy...my father abuses me quite often. At times for nothing. I guess I just deserve it. I always find myself thinking....can someone ever save me?