I know I should be working on My World but this is kind of a side story to work on so I won't stop on My World. But please review and tell me what you think :).

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"Sam get down here."

"Coming mom." I walked down the hall to see Dally and his girlfriend sucking face. "Get a *freaken* room you two."

They broke away and Dally rolled his eyes. "If you don't want to see it Sammantha then go away."

I rolled my eyes in return. "It's Sam, Dally. Sam! Get it right." Then walked to where my mom was. I'm nine but i act thirteen sometimes. Our mom was sick and things weren't going well. She had cancer so thing's were looking pretty bleak for her.

When I found her I saw that she had changed. She had on a White blouse with a skirt. My mom always believed in looking your best. Fortunately that didn't carry over to me.

"Sam I have to tell you something. You know that I have cancer well it's progressed too far for it to be treated and plus they don't have the right tools right now."

"Your telling me that the cancer is going to kill you?" She had tears in her eyes as she nodded. "I'm going to go and take a walk. I need to think things over in my head so yeah."

I got up and left I walked through the door of the apartment. As I stepped outside angry frustrated tears were streaming down my face. 'Why do you have to take my mom from me? God *darn it*. Why? Why do you have to take her lord.'

As always I got no *dang* answer. "*Freak* this place." I went to find a tree to climb at Central Park.

I was near the very top of the tree when I broke down in tears. Why did my mom have to go so soon?

I must have fell asleep because next thing I know I'm falling. I hit the ground and cry out in pain. I tried to get up but I think my leg was broken. I hear Dally's voice calling my name. "Over here ya moron."

We weren't the best sister and brother but we did care bout each other. He ran up to me and swore under his breath. "How did you manage to *freaken* do this?"

"I climbed a tree and fell asleep. I must have tried to turn because when I woke up I was falling."

"Hmm. Well let's not make this whole sleeping-in-trees thing a habit."

"i do not plan on it. I think I might have broken my leg and possibly my arm. Sorry."

He sighed. "Come on I'll help you back. You can lean on me."

When we got back to the house and he helped me into bed. "I'll get momma to call the doctor but right now you need to elevate that leg a little bit and do not move your arm either."

"Yes doctor Dally."

"You can do without the smart *butt* comments too."

"What ever. Thanks Dally."

"Yeah you're welcome."

I fell asleep abut was soon awaken by a door opening. I was a bit of a light sleeper unfortunately. In came a doctor and he did his job. He told me to move my arm and leg and all that *chiz*.

"Well Sam the good news is your leg has only been dislocated it's not broken however your arm is broken. I can set your arm and relocate your leg now if you like."

"Yes please." When he did my face was white with pain probably. I didn't cry though which was a relief. I did not like crying in front of others, especially strangers. When it was done my leg felt useable and my arm felt better but still not right.

"Now all you need is to get a cast and you'll be fine." I can take you to the hospital myself if you like." I looked at momma and she nodded so I eagerly agreed.

When we got to the hospital the doctor led us to a room. He told me to pick out a color and so I picked light green. Besides Light green my favorite colors were light blue and then purple.

When he came back he put the cast on and told us that he would drive us back. I bet the reason why is because my mom knew him personally.

We got back to the house and momma sent me to bed. "Your leg has to get better Sammy. I know you hate it but go now."

"Okay I guess."

"Thank you." I trudged to my room and plopped on my bed. I grabbed my drawing things and began to draw dogwoods and mermaids. I loved to draw, read, and write.

When I woke up the next morning everything was quiet, too quiet. Despite mom's wishes I went to see if she was okay. When I got to her room I quietly knocked on the door. I heard no answer so I went in.

"Momma are you okay?" Nothing. Only silence greeted me. "Momma? Momma please answer." Nothing still. I went to her bedd and shook her. "Mom please you're scaring me."

I moved the covers and tried to feel for a pulse. Yes even at the age of nine I knew what to do. I could feel nothing at all. Tears were pooling my eyes. I was hoping she'd sit up really quick and say, "I got you." We'd sit and laugh about it until Dally woke up.

I ran to Dally's room and shook him awake. "Dally momma doesn't have a pulse. Dally please I need your help." He got up and raced to her room. He tried searching for a faint pulse but found none.

"Call 911 Sam. Hurry." I raced to the phone and dialed 911.

"Hello this is 911, how may we help you?"

"This is Sam Winston. Our mom doesn't have a pulse."

"Do you know if she has a sickness?"

"I know she cancer."

"Okay where do you live can you tell us?"

"We live at 960 Fifth Avenue apartment building. Our room number is 213. Please Hurry."

"We're on our way." Five minutes later we heard sirens. People came into our room and took momma away. She had a blanket covering her. A police officer sat us down. "I bet your worried about your mom right?" We both nodded.

"I'm sorry kids but your mom's gone up with Jesus." Dally looked shocked and mad at the same time.

"She's gone? No! She can''t be gone."

"Son calm down and just let me talk. You know your mom had cancer correct?" I nodded and he continued. "The cancer had gone too far for anyone to help her. I really am sorry kids. Your going to live with your Grandma Ellen. I know she would love to have you." He got up and left.

Dally punched a wall but then calmed down some when he looked at me. "Sam we have to run away. I am not living with her."

"Dally we have to act sensible. At least let's give her a try. With momma gone . . ." It finally hit me like ton of bricks. I broke down in tears. "M-momma's gone isn't she? S-she's never coming back huh?"

He held me and shook his head. "N-no she isn't. But that's why we have to stick together Sam. No matter what promise me that. Promise me that we will never be separated."

He led out his pinkie. "I promise Dally."

So how do you like it so far? Pretty cool huh? We get to see Dally before he becomes his cold hard self.

Who liked little nine year old Sam?

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