Samantha's Time At The Dumping Ground (Rick Barber) |Book 1|

•Chapter 12: Painting

•Chapter 12: Painting

*3 days later*

Sam's POV

It's been 3 days since I saw Scott's letter and all I've been doing is either staying my room and Mike has brought me food up or I stayed in the quiet room watching TV. But today I woke up with a new attitude. I got and picked out some grey joggers, a plain black tank top and matching grey hoodie. I brushed my hair and put it in a side braid. I opened my bedroom door and found the hallway empty. I looked back at my alarm clock and saw that it's 10:30am. Oh. I shut my bedroom door and headed down stairs. I heard laughter and talking coming from the kitchen. As I walked up to it I heard Mike say, "Sam hasn't come out of her room i'm getting worried". That's my cue. I walked into the kitchen with my head held high. Everyone stopped, spoons hit the table and a intake of breath happened at the same time through out the whole kitchen. I giggled at this. Then Harry ran up to me and hugged my legs. I bent down to hug him properly. "I'm sorry" I said while hugging him still. I stood up again and kissed the top of his head and he went back to his seat. I turned around to find Mike, Tracy and Gina smiling at me. I smiled back and sat down in my seat. Mike put a plate of toast in front of me. I was about to spread nutella on it when I felt stares in the back of my head. I looked up and again everyone was staring at me. I turned red and looked down at food. "Guys, stop staring it's not nice" said a voice from the doorway. I looked over my shoulder and saw Rick smiling at me. I mouthed 'thanks' back and went back to my half nutella covered toast.

The chatter came back and everything felt back to normal but it's never normal for me. I sighed and then a thought popped in my head. Something I haven't done in a while and always gets my mind off something making me nervous or scared. Painting. I think remember Mike saying something a painting. I'll ask him after breakfast. I finished my breakfast and put my plate in the sink and went to find Mike. I walked out the kitchen and down the corridor only to walk into someone. I look up to see Mike. Just person I'm looking for.

"Sorry Sam" he said looking down at me.

"It's okay. Mike you know how you said something about a painting. Could I paint it today?" I said and silently hoping he says yes.

"Yeah that's fine. Do you need supplies?" he said and I nodded. He motioned for me to follow him. So I did. He went into the office grabbed the keys and told Gina where we are going. He walked back through the office door and we headed to the front door. We hopped into the mini bus and headed to the nearest DIY store. I walked straight to the canvas's while went to get a trolley. I looked at the selection of canvas's they have. The painting I had in mind was going to be in sections, so i'm going to need a few canvas's. I selected 5 long canvas's and by the time I had chosen them Mike was back with the trolley. I placed them in it and went over to the paint. I picked out the paint I required for the painting I had in mind and placed them in the trolley too. Mike saw what I had in the trolley and gave me a questionable look. I just smiled an picked up a few paint brushes. Then looked what I had and came to the conclusion that I had what I needed.

"Anything else?" Mike said leaning over the bar on the trolley.

"Nope" I said back. He nodded and we made our way to the checkouts. It all came to £47.99 and I looked at Mike and he smiled and paid. When we got out the store I turned to Mike and said, "I'll pay you back".

"No you don't. It's coming out of the Elm Tree bank account anyway" he said pushing the trolley to the mini bus and loading it up. I sighed and got into the passenger seat. On the way back I tried again to let Mike let me pay, but it didn't work.

When we got back it was about 12:30 but I wasn't hungry. I asked Mike if I could paint in the back garden. He said it was fine and helped me set it up in the garden. He took the lots off all the paints and left me to it. I ran into the house to grab my iPod and headphones. I put them in a blocked out the world as I painting I had in my mind.

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8:30pm

Sam's POV

I had finished it. Only stopping to think or change the song. It looked pretty good. I checked the time and saw it was 8:30. I looked back at he house and saw everyone in the kitchen. 'Must be eating late' I thought. I took out my headphones and ran back to the house with a big grin on my face. I burst through the back door and said, "i'm done". Mike put down his knife and fork and came out side with the everyone following him. I showed my finished piece and they all looked either happy or shocked.

"This is great" Tracy said. Harry went closer but I grabbed his hands to stop him touching it.

"It's still wet Harry" I said while looking down to him. He nodded and for a moment everyone was just looking at my painting until I said, "now i'm done I can eat" I grabbed Harry and ran back to house hearing laughter behind me.

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