Sammy's Hope

All hail the Queen

I wore my military Uniform and boots. Max wore his. I got Sam dressed nice clothing I had bought him.

After being checked we were escorted to the auditorium. Sam was carrying a laptop as I carried the projector and flash drive. When we entered we set everything up. Soon the Queen, Parliament, and Guards walked in the room and took a seat.
Me and Sammy had microphones hooked up and put on. When everyone was sitting I got started.
"Hello thank you for coming. I am Sergeant Major Sammy Jacks Jacobs and I am 21 years old." I said.
"Hi I am Sam Manny Jacobs. I am her brother and charge and I am Nine years old." Sam introduced himself.
"I was requested to tell my story and that's just what I'm going to do with the help of my brother." I said. I went to the first slide.
"I was born to a home where I was unwanted and I cared for. I learned early on that the world is cruel but I just need to fight through it. My parents were doctors. My mom was an emergency room doctor as our Father was a Surgeon. From the early age of two I was subjected to large amounts of chores, abuse, and neglectment. The chores ranging from cooking, laundry, to all around cleaning the rooms. I get cruel punishments for children my age. If I burn the food I will get burned. If I didn't finish the chores I will get beat. If I try to talk to them about playing a game or wanting to be recognized basically if I talk I will be thrown into the box." I said switching slides showing the inside the box.
"I wasn't aloud to eat the food  cook only the food they give me if they remember. I would get left over scraps or moldy bread once in every two weeks if I'm lucky. By the time I was five I had my fair share of broken bones or bloody noses to 2nd degree burns. But I kept enthusiastic personality. I kept looking up saying things will get better. And I will show them just how good I am. My birthday is December 12 and I was five almost six starting kindergarten. They knew I was needed to go or they will come to the house to see why I'm not going to school. But I was to run to school since I was told that an ugly mistake like me doesn't deserve a ride. I had to wake up at the early morning of five or 0500. I cook breakfast serve it and get ready and run out the door. The elementary was ten miles away. I would get there thirty minutes before school starts. I would help the teachers, Janitors, or even the cafeteria people. When I was tested I was shown I was smart for my age and was sent to the next grade. I had finished fifth grade at age eight. I was by far ahead of my peers. But during those years no one asked me how I got that black eye, or the split lip. Nor did the teachers stop my peers for bullying me because I was a smart nerd and a supposedly a teachers pet." I said changing the slide to a picture of me on picture day. I had a black eye, split lip and a bruise forming on my check but I was smiling.
"I was never safe. I was abused and neglected at home and bullied at school. The normal elementary routine was wake up at five, clean up, make their breakfast, grab my bag, run to school, get bullied and do work, do the chess club, science club, young mathletes, soccer practice, run home, make dinner before eight and do my chores, and do homework, and go to bed at two when I finished my homework. In middle school it was similar to Elementary. But instead of getting up at five I got up at four thirty. They added chores to my list and it didn't help I played in all sports but I kept a smile. I would get home around seven thirty from the fifteen mile run from the middle school. I'll hurry cooking dinner then get to work on chores and homework, then go to sleep at two. I was an All varsity athlete I played in all sports no mater the gender. I was fit with muscles. I finished middle school at the age of twelve. And in that time I was disowned in front of the whole school. They said it loud and clear that I was unwanted and a mistake and I was ugly and stupid for thinking that they will ever loved me. I was bullied even more and the teachers just ignored it. That night I was disowned I was beat so bad I couldn't move. I was shoved in the box with no food for two weeks. My stomach already was in horrible pain for not having food the last week in a half. That was the day I stopped smiling at school. That was a day I became unresponsive to teachers. Sure I pass grades and play sports and win competitions but I just had the urge to quit. High school was 20 miles from my home. I ran to school after getting up at four. I had physical education for first. I would run because Love it. I run because I am able to run away from the memories and stay in the moment. I would come home at 7:40 from school and activities. Go to sleep at two after finishing my work. Wake up two hours later only just to get up and run again. In junior year I was thirteen turning 14. We had career day and army recruiters came to the gym. We had a competition. They wanted to see who would be the last five running on the track.
After all the years of running I had built stamina and speed so I won't be late." I said playing the video. They watched in awe as my speed in running. When it finished I started talking again.
"The recruiter asked me my name age and how I ran that fast. I said Sammy Jacks Jacobs I am fourteen and I run like that because I run to and from school the twenty miles and do sports. They were shocked. They told me that they would pick me up to test me where I could go the next day. I had a huge smile thinking I could be free. After my sport practices the principal wanted to talk to me. It turns out I was advanced up to 12th and final grade. And if I passed the tests I will graduate with the seniors. I went home with a smile. I was beat because I was late and had a smile. I was thrown and locked in the box. I didn't now I missed the day of school. I never missed a day of school because it was me escape. Then a knock was heard on the front door. My dad answered and it was the recruiter in his military uniform. My dad tried to say that I didn't exist. But mom let me out. I hurriedly went to my room grabbed my track shoes and jacket and ran underneath my dads arms and to the metal death trap I call cars. When the recruiter was walking to me my dad gave a silent threat. If I was to ever come home I would never see the light of day. They could kill me burry me inside the trees in the property and tell authorities I never came home. Now I don't do to well in vehicles because I ran everywhere I go but I get extremely car sick. I never returned home until after my third tour but we'll get to that. I graduated high school when I was fourteen as valedictorian and first in the class year. I was given so many scholarships and college opportunities but I was deployed a week after to Iraq. I lost my first army family there. It hurt as I stayed at their shared house since I was picked up from my house. They were like my Fathers to me. I wear a dog tag of each of them. When I was on break I was getting my degree in Criminal Profiling. In my second tour I did loose my family once again in an ambush. I got my degree before I was sent to my third tour in Iraq. In the third tour I lost my brother in arms. I was close to him. He was the dog handler he was Max's owner. When he died I was a mess. I was given his dog since he would Snape and bite everyone else. When I came home I went to the college and I was given advice to go to my parents and see them. Tell them how I felt. I was living in a hotel because everyone I knew and loved died. I followed the advice and went home. I met my baby brother for the first time. He was four a cutie. He grew literally attached to my leg. My parents begged forgiveness and that's what I gave. I forgave them and talked to them a lot. A day after meeting my baby brother I got a Job with the FBI as a criminal profiler. I would always wear my military uniform because my superior ordered me to wear it because it shows proof that I gave everything to protect my country. To me these medals don't mean anything to me. It's a reminder I survived while my military family passed away. So I gave a goal that I spread hope. Three years working as an FBI agent I was called on tour once again. This time to Pakistan. Sam was seven. I wrote letters to my team, to my parents and letters to my brother in case I didn't make it. It was hard down there. We would always be fighting. The normal amount of sleep one could get was two hours. I was video calling Sam at the time. Our camp was being attached. The ground shook with explosions. I had to end it. Three days of constant fighting with no sleep. There was 250 in my camp. After the first day there was 150 left. On the second day a bullet grazed my face. Then a grenade went off to the right side of me." I said. A tear slid down my face. I clicked the remote and showed what I looked like. I only had a sports bra and booty shorts. My right side was burned badly. I was covered in soot. I had stitches on my face and stomach.
"I was knocked out on impact. When I woke up an hour later and took cover finding new ammunition. A hundred soldiers died that day. On the third and final day we were starting to win. I looked around and saw one of my platoon mates. He was firing at the incoming army. He didn't see the one sneaking up on him. I ran I front if him and I was hit in the stomach. I took down the man. I was bleeding and the medics were trying to get me to the supplies but I said no. I held my wound as I fired. When we won there was only twenty five of us left out of the 250 soldiers. 10 of those was medics the five of those were my platoon. And the other ten was communication and sniper specialists. I was given dog tags and I wear them around my neck to this day. Me and max were both hit in the stomach. He was hit when he was dragging a wounded to the medic area. We were sent home the next day. When I got home I had a limp and a grimace every time I walked. I got home and told my parents I was home. I went to his school and got a pass. With a bag still on my shoulder and an injured companion and I slowly made our way to his class. I knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and gasped and let me in. She introduced me as Sam's hero on the project he done. That's when I started. I asked them to write, draw, or make cards of hope for those in the military. My mom recorded it on her phone and posted it on social media. Then it went on the news. Then two days after I was given permission to take Sam with me. I pulled him into homeschooling. We traveled and give presentations like this so that we can spread hope. Everything was fine until a month and two weeks ago our parents were in an accident. Their car malfunctioned and the brake pedal wouldn't work and the car was increasing in speed. My father was trying to get it unstuck and look at the road. Then one minutes he looked up and swerved from hitting a deer and lost control of the car. It hit head first into a telephone pole. They died instantly. It happened two weeks before Sam's birthday. I officially asked to be discharge because I became his guardian. We sold the house and kept moving. After meeting the president on his birthday things are gradually getting back on track. Sam's almost finished with sixth grade and he's nine. And we wanted to start tour here in England to continue spreading hope." I said. I gave Sam a side hug. The Queen stood and started clapping. Soon every one joined. The Queen walked to the stage and gave both me and Sam a hug. She smiled and began telling me that she has no problem letting us. We were gifted a certificate to Starbucks. We were able to get two meals each time we visit for free for life. We said goodbye and came to the house to see the boys from last week on the porch drinking Starbucks. I rolled my eyes and took out the equipment and walked to the door.
"Finally you came. We were wondering if you too can come to our concert pretty please." Niall begged.
"When because I have to check our schedule." I said unlocking and opening the door. I went to the office and put the stuff down. It turns out we were free and we are now going to their concert. I went to bed tired.