Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 6: Came & Distracted Me

QOC: Do you watch Grey's Anatomy? I started awhile ago and am almost finished with season three.

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Sam's POV
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Our feet swish around in the ocean water, just barely dipping in with our toes. A serenity of calmness surrounds me as Emily and I listen to the waves softly lick the old wooden dock. Our special spot. It's always so beautiful and always so relaxing, especially on the nights where a full moon is present.

At this time, I'm supposed to be in the subways. But it's not like anyone is waiting to hear me perform, no matter how much I wish people do. And even if they did, I'd still choose to bring Emily here over playing that violin in front of citizens. Because she's my priority, my sister, and the only person I've ever deeply and truly cared about. I don't know much about love, but I know that if you do happen to love someone, then you never abandon them. You always put them before anything else. That's what I've learned from Emily, anyway.

She tugs on my hoodie. Her strength is very little in range, so I just barely feel her pulling on it with her tiny hands. It reminds me of how innocent she is, and how much room she has left to grow.

I look down at my sister as she signs with a gentleness. "When do I get to leave with you?"

I sigh and bring her body closer to me by wrapping my left arm around her frame and pulling her snugly into my side. I rub her arm gently for a moment before replying.

"In a few months. I don't know how many 'a few months' is, but it's soon."

"Well I hope soon is sooner than soon," she signs. Then she pouts angrily. "Because I hate the orphanage. And I hate Jamison Peters." That one takes a long time to read because I always have trouble understanding names. I ask her to spell out the name and she sighs before signing each letter individually:
"J-A-M..." and so on and so forth.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Why do you hate this Jamison kid?"

"He always takes my snacks."

I shrug. "So punch him in the face."

"I did."

"And did it help?"

"Well he punched me back. Then Ms. Crystal had to stop us from fighting in the backyard. Lucy and Sasha were cheering for me though."

I smile a little. Lucy and Sasha are Emily's only friends in the entire orphanage. From what I hear, those two girls aren't very angelic. They're always getting into trouble and such. But Emily never gets herself involved, which I'm proud of. So maybe they're not the best influence on her, but at least they protect her and root her on when she's kicking some little punk kid's ass.

Ms. Crystal is one of the nuns at the orphanage. She's very kind, and always has something good to say about Emily to me on the monthly report I receive. I go to these meetings every thirty days, and that's where I get said reports and information on how Em's been doing. Ms. Crystal's always been my favorite person that relays back the summary to me. She doesn't judge me, and wants me to have Emily. She actually trusts me to be her legal guardian. And no one trusts me. Not even Emily's social worker, Mr. Parks.

But he will trust me once he sees how good I'm doing on money. We have a home inspection in the next upcoming months. And the thing is, he's oblivious to the fact that I don't actually have a home to inspect. He's not ignorant or anything. He's the exact opposite, which is why I lied and said I've got an apartment. In my defense, it won't be a lie soon anyway. So it won't matter. For now I just have to keep attending meetings in the city with Parks and keep him up-to-date with the details of my daily life. And I can handle that.