She didn't know what had gotten into her, but the one thing she knew is that she HAS to leave, before either her parents, or Amy come home. Amy sees her as a wannabee-Amy, and even her parents see her as a failure. Amy was always the pretty one. What does she get? The short end of the stick. No one liked her, no one would believe her. They only liked Amy.

She had made sure that she packed up what was needed - clothes, food, money, paper, etc. Instead of wearing her usual cheerleading outfit, she had worn a pair of old jeans, a black T-shirt under an oversized purple hoodie and a pair of red sneakers. Her hair wasn't the same anymore. To have people see her as her and not as a spare Amy, she had cut her hair to chin-length. Looking at the mirror, she almost looks like Ramona Flowers from the Scott Pilgrim comics, made by a Canadian cartoonist.

With a briefcase in one hand, she makes her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She grabs a nearby pencil and paper and starts writing. A look of grief and anger are seen within her teal eyes.

Mom, Dad and Amy,
If you are reading this by the time you get home, you will notice that I am no longer living in this hell you called home. Either I've run off to who knows where or I've commited suicide.

Mom and Dad - If you don't love me so much, they why didn't you either abort me or give me up for adoption when you had the chance? Things would've been a lot easier for you.

Amy - You always complain that I ruined your life when really, you've ruined my life for the past 17 years. You treat me like shit, you always take things away from me, you put the blame on me for everything and you always get what you wanted and what do I get? The short-fucking end of the stick! You had a good life, I didn't.

Don't bother looking for me or calling the police. Chances are, I might as well be long gone, never to be seen again. I don't know if I should consider you guys my family anymore.

With hate,
Samey/Sparamy/Sammy.

Once finished, she puts the note on the fridge and leaves through the back door.

For the first time in her life, Sammy was free.