''Your insane.'' he said. I smiled. ''But that's what you love me for, right?''
I felt a tingle of happiness when he chuckled and nodded. ''I love you, Sam Puckett.''
Whoa, whoa whoa. I know what your thinking, why was I dreaming about him? The nubby little nerd who stalked
Carly, who held that camera...who had the most gorgeous eyes. Waugh! I have it. I have a crush on Freddie Benson.
Could it get any worse? Well, my mom might have gotten pregnant with a kid in here shenanigans last night. Let's hope not.
I trudged outta bed, took a hot shower and walked out to find: my mother drinking a spicy Mexican sauce. ''Mom, you are wasted.''
She giggled like a four year old on crack and burped. ''What makes you say that, Sara?'' I rolled my eyes,''Well, Mother Dearest,
my name is Sam. And you're drinking taco bell sauce.'' She shook her head as if that statement was untrue. I groaned and pulled her up,
dragged her to my room, and threw on the bed. ''Bye bye, drunky.'' It was the start of a not-so-normal day.
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