The Star Crossed Path

The Star Crossed Path.

Introduction

The Wardrobe

Sam stood anger burning through her eyes, Tim leaned on the door frame, not even caring what he'd done.

"What?" was all she could muster.

"I'm sorry Sam, it's just I had a moment of weakness."

"I moment of weakness?! You're not sorry! You don't even care!"

"True…" he smiled cheekily, her face remained stony.

"OH! JUST GET OUT!" She screamed pointing at the door.

"Look, I made out with Jenny…I know it's bad but babe…me and her just you know…clicked."

"Yeah I'll click your ass in a minute GET OUT!" He advanced on her

"Come on Sammy…"

"SAM!" she corrected him angrily.

"Look, I still love you babe!" he put his hand up to stroke her face but she slapped him away.

"We were together for months, and I find out you have been cheating on me with my EX best friend behind my back?"

"Come on babe! I'm seventeen! That's what I do!"

"Well I'm sixteen! So GET OUT!" she punched him so hard he had to grab hold of the wall to support himself.

"Fine." He walked out and slammed the door. The tears came then, angry hot tears as she punched her bed. How could he betray her like that? Why is it that every single guy she goes for treats her like dirt? Maybe all guys were just horrible and all of them thought they could pull a fast one on her. After a long crying session with her pillow, she decided to not fall in love, her heart couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of being used and people treating her as if she didn't have feelings.

Samantha lived in a foster home, she didn't like living there, all other kids who were to be adopted, or fostered. But everyone was always looking for little kids; apparently she wasn't cute enough for a family. So she was to spend the rest of her days there, well until she was eighteen anyway. She only had one person in the world that she loved now, that was Liam. Liam was her elder brother, only by a couple of hours, they were twins. They had no one to look after them, there parents had just dumped them, and they didn't even have many memories of them. Liam would always be there to protect his sister, they loved each other which was the reason they refused to be fostered unless it was together.

Amanda Smith ran the foster home and had become worried about Sam ever since her bust up with her boyfriend. On Saturday afternoon, Amanda literally pulled Sam out of her room and asked her to clean the attic out with her. Sam agreed but only to keep Amanda off her back, Sam didn't really like Amanda, in fact she didn't really like anyone, and she was far to smiley and tried to hard to make you feel better and ended up making it worse. They were well on there way of working through what to keep and what to throw away when Sam pulled out an old box covered in dust making her cough. Amanda came over and asked her what she'd found to be making that racket. Sam pulled open the box which revealed a box of old photographs and other trinkets. She and Amanda looked at the photos' they were from around 1940 because they were those old brown ones. Sam rummaged to the bottom of the box and pulled out a photo frame. She brushed the dust from the glass and was greeted by four children and a man. A small girl about the age of seven smiled up at her, while Sam presumed that a girl who was her sister looked gracefully at the camera, around Sam's age. A boy of about twelve/thirteen, looked across the picture not really that happy, but still trying to make an effort, but in the middle of the picture behind his younger sister sat the oldest boy, when the picture was taken he looked around Sam's age but it was hard to tell. He was handsome but they all looked weird as if kids from Sam's time had been pushed back in time. Amanda peered over her shoulder and pointed at the old man sitting in the chair.

"That's my Great, great grandfather…most of the things here are his…this is his house that's why it's so big."

"Wow…who are the kids? His?" Sam questioned not taking her eyes off them.

"No…I think they were evacuees" Amanda frowned and went back to her box. Sam had heard about Evacuees in her history lessons, she smiled, checking Amanda wasn't looking, and she slipped the photo out the frame and into her jean pocket. She packed the photos away and stood up; being in the same position had given her back ache.

"Do you mind going up the back for me? I think there's something back there." Sam nodded huffing slightly and climbed over a couple of boxes to get to the back. She tried to avoid a box in her way but instead tripped over it and landed in a heap in front of a sheet covered rectangle. She stood up brushing the dust from her clothes. She frowned

"Amanda!"

"Yes?!" Amanda shouted back over the piles of boxes

"What's this?" She looked back to see Amanda's head pop over the top of the boxes

"Oh…I dunno." She said squinting and climbing toward Sam, they both pulled the sheet off and stood back. A magnificent oak wardrobe stood there. Sam stood amazed at the thing in front of her. Carvings were all over it she looked closer and saw animals, but not normal ones, some with a horse's body and a man's torso. A centaur? Was it called? A lion stood in the centre, its body muscular and its eyes as if watching.

"Oh wow, that's lovely." Amanda touched the carvings "Shame it'll have to go out…"

"Why!?" Sam said in alarm gaping at Amanda

"Well…come on what kid here is going to want this?"

"I will…" Sam said still transfixed with it.

"Really? It's not like you Sammy."

"I like it…its cool"

"Well, I guess you better have it then! No point it going to waste is it! Plus you need a new wardrobe your old one's falling to bits!"

She sat on her bed gazing at the wardrobe. It was beautifully carved and it was just…something about it felt…weird. Like it was more than it seemed. Liam entered the room and his blue eyes met Sam's grey ones. Liam and Sam looked nothing alike in the face, Liam had brown hair and blue eyes, Sam brown hair and grey eyes but there were so different from one another.

"You got a wardrobe?"

"Yes." Was all she replied. He turned his attention to the wardrobe.

"Is there anything in it?"

"No, well all my clothes, but there wasn't anything else."

"Is it me…or does it feel weird..?"

"No...I thought that to…probably just because it's new." she finished still not to sure herself; he eyed the wardrobe and then turned back to Sam.

"Well, I'm going to bed now, I need sleep."

"Same. Good night! Love you Liam!"

"Yeah yeah! Night" he smiled and turned the light out, Sam laughed and got into bed. Why was it that the wardrobe made her feel as if someone was watching? She shrugged off her paranoia and closed her eyes.

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