Loved To Death

I would like to thank you for reading my story. I would strictly advise you not to copy this story or any part of it. If I were to find out that parts or all of this story has been copied and used, I will report it. I would like to add that this story is a work of fiction and that any similarity to reality is purely coincidence.  Thank you in advance.

The first part is written so that you can get to know your main character. Sorry if it's a  tad boring.

“Samantha!” Yep. That’s me. If you’re a friend, Sam probably sounds more familiar. See, my mother insists on calling me Samantha. Apparently Sam makes me sound like a guy. Well, most people don’t really consider me as your average girl. Average I am. Girl? Well not entirely true. I’m Sam Carter.  I’m a 5’5” 17 year old. I have brown eyes and brown hair. The thing is I have just always been better off with guy friends. Sure, I’ve tried being normal by hanging with girls, shopping, listening to boy bands, but somehow, I felt better off.

“Samantha! Come down this instant. We’re going to be late for our Mani/Pedi appointment.”

So, I guess when you hear my mom screaming that from the kitchen, you’d think that I was a bit of a hypocrite. Before you continue with that thought, I’d like to inform you that I do not enjoy my monthly Mani/Pedi, but that my mother insists on it.

“Samantha! This is my final warning. I’m coming up in five minutes if you’re not done.” That’s my mother. She on the other hand is the average girl, yet she’s everything but average.  She loves shopping, listening to boy bands and hanging with girls. I tolerate her though. She is my mother after all.

At that moment I got up., got dressed, simply scrunged my hair into position and I was done. “Someone decided to get up, I see.” My father said glaring at me from under his reading glasses, over his newspaper. I kissed him on his forehead in a rush and replied “Like to trade places?” He laughed it off and continued reading.

That’s my dad. Mr. Carter to most people. My dad works at a theme park. He’s a joker, to be honest. He’s always making jokes, even when the time’s not right.

I got into the car to find my mother doing final touches to her make-up. “Mom, honestly? We’re going out to get Manicures, not a fashion parade.”

“Oh Samantha, you never know who we might see!” I laughed at that. “You know, I don’t think anyone wants to see you. Not looking like that, anyway, Carly.” I said glaring at the leopard print outfit she was wearing. “Don’t call me that, Samantha. I am still your mother, you know. Besides, what could possibly be wrong with what I’m wearing?  I just shook my head as we took off.

The next morning I woke up early and went downstairs to find both parents at the dining table drinking coffee.  I sat down and my father started talking. “Sam, wouldn’t you like to work at the theme park this summer?” This took me by surprise. I have always wanted to go work at the theme park with him, but he always said ‘Maybe next summer.’ Mom says that it’s because he thinks that the only reason I wanted to work there was because I wanted to go on the rides for free. I must admit, that is partially true, but I also think that it must be awesome to work at a theme park.

He does not own the theme park, he manages it. He ensures that everything runs smoothly when expected to run smoothly, and that they run rocky when expected to run rocky.

“We need a ride controller for the summer.” He continued. “As the person whose position this is, is taking the summer off.”

I was surprised to hear him ask me. I slowly smirked and replied “Maybe next summer...” And quickly followed with “Of course, I would love that Mr. Carter!”