WUSSUP PEOPLE. im birdiactions sister, Vanessa. I do have my own account, eyeluvalexwolff, but i cant post stuff on that account for 3 days bc i just got it. so im posting them on this account for now. plz enjoy them!!!
Chapter 1: The News.
It was Saturday morning. Samara had just woken up. She yawned.
"Samara, would you please come into the living room, I have something to tell you!" Anna, her mother, called from the next room.
"O.M.G., MOM!" Samara screamed at her mentally challenged mother who was seeing weird pictures in her mind. Samara purposefully stomped loudly into the living room, where her mother, Anna, and her fat, slobby, ugly, lumpy dad, Richard sat on the sofa.
"Good, morning, Sammi." Anna greeted Samara.
"What?" Samara asked sweetly.
"Uh, good morning Samara!" Anna repeted. Samara paused.
"-what?" Samara asked again, innocently.
"GOOD - MORNING - SAMARA!" Anna practically yelled.
"I'm sorry mom, but you need to stop mumbling!" Samara said with a smile. She was enjoying this.
"Samara. you're being a butt!" Richard boomed in his loud frightening male voice. Samara leaped toward Richard and attacked him, clawing and biting his enormous body. "HEY! YOU DO NOT HIT YOUR FATHER!" Richard screamed. Just then Samara tore the only patch of hair that was left on his oily bald head right out of his scalp by the roots. At this, Richard fled from the room, screaming.
"Uh, Samara," Anna said nervously, after 5 minutes of silence.
"Yes, mother dearest?" Samara replyed through clenched teeth.
"Your father and -- uh, I have some news for you." Anna stated. Samara stared into Anna's black pupils. "We're adopting a lady. Her name is Margaret. She will be moving into the barn with you."
"How old is she?" Samara asked, considering the idea.
"Eighty seven," Anna replyed. Samara's mouth dropped open. Then she threw her hands up in the air, and left the room, speaking in loud gibbrish.
"Groundhob songkd skfnhop!"
Chapter 2: The Best of Friends
Margaret moved in on Tuesday after Samara came home from school. Samara looked out her window at 4:28 P.M. and saw a lady with long white hair flowing behind her walking up to the barn. She was carrying a small cactus and a jar. She was weirdly thin. And she had a saggy bottom. Samara wondered what it looked like in a bathing suit. On her left leg she had a vein sticking out. Margaret stumbled over a rock on her way up to the barn and Samara heard her shout, "OH CRUD!" Then Samara looked throught the window again, and Margaret was sitting on the ground, making random faced. She cringed at the thougth of having to live with that job."Hey, sweet thang!" Margaret shouted as soon as she saw Samara. She turned aroudn and eyed Margaret nervously. "Are you okay?" Samara asked her cauciously."Oh, yeah! I just slammed my crack against that stupid hateful dirt a little too hard, that's all! No damage done! What about you?" Margaret replyed. "Me? Oh, I'm okay." Samara replyed. Margaret seemed nice. And Samara thought that maybe, just maybe her and Margaret could be the best of friends.