Well,this is my new account,and this is my story the note re-written.I hope you like it better re-wrote.

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Sam sat in her bed with her knees up to her chest.Her eyes were filled with tears she was trying so hard not to let them fall,but oh how she wanted too.The only way she could let some of her sorrow leave her alone.Her heart felt like it had been split in half,all because of one boy.Danny Fenton.

Her hands shook as she stared at that horrible note,the one he had left her.Why? Why did he kill himself? Sam thought,picking up the note once more.She had read it enough times to know the words off by heart,but she continued to look at it.It was him who wrote it,the one she had wanted so badly to forgive,some fight he hadn't did anything wrong about.

She sighed,she was in pain at the time and wanted to shout at something,but refused to cry.So she shouted at her best friend,the one who had tried to help her.The one that she had told to get lost...the one she had told she hated.

The one who had killed himself for her...

She wouldn't let herself believe that the boy she loved was dead.She had to believe that he was still alive,he was fitting some ghost or something.Anything that would take the Truth away,but it was everywhere.On the news,in the paper.Even going outside reminded her of him.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.Sam looked in that direction and sniffed,"come in."

The door opened fully and Sam's grandmother wheeled herself into the room and up to her grand daughters bed.Sam sighed in relief,she thought it was her mother trying to cheer her up again.Which,in the end,only made her feel worse.

"Samantha dear?" Her grandmother asked in a sweet voice.Trying her best to get the child out of the room.She'd spent near a week in here.Sure she couldn't blame the child,but the doctor had ordered that Sam did some stretches for her broken leg and eat heathly to get it to heal faster,but once that friend died she hadn't ate anything and had locked herself away from other human beings.

Sam looked away from her grandmother and towards her door.She knew what she was going to be asked,and she didn't like it.She didn't want to go down the stairs to see her mother and father.They never liked Danny,so why should she cry out to them over him? She'd always liked her grandmother more.She had been supportive over her and helped her out,even shown more love then her parents ever gave her.Thats why it would be so hard to say no.

"Would you like to come downstairs? get something to eat?" She asked,Sam sighed.She was hungry,but she just didn't feel like eating.So she shook her head.

"Oh...well then i'll bring something up to you later..." She wheeled out the door,but then poked her head back in.

"Try to cheer up dear.." She whispered,along with something else,and left the room.

Sam just nodded slightly before her eye lids became heavy,She lay down and sat her head on the pillow.Allowing her eyes to close,then she heard someone familliar call her name before she slipped into an easy sleep.

"Sam..."

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