Hey random readers! to prevent confusion (who the hell is Sam?!) please read the introduction of sam before you start reading this. Happy reading!
Sam sat on the roof of the backyard shed. Kind of a bad habit, her sitting on rooftops.
"Dad's been so crazy since we moved here" she told the boys. "I mentioned my mother once and he completely flipped out." She sighed. "I wish my dad and Mom never got divorced. Never seeing Hannah is like if you never saw Ike." Sam directed that comment to Kyle.
"Not as bad as it sounds" Kyle said. Stan chuckled and threw one of his snowballs right at Sam, knocking her off.
"Hey!" Sam exclaimed as she picked herself off the ground. She chucked a snowball back at Stan.
Soon it became an every-man-for-himself snowball fight. After awhile Kenny won by using his thick parka as a shield and climbing up onto the shed to throw snow at everyone.
"That was brutal, Kenny" said Sam as she brushed the snow out of her face. "Cartman, I think you lost…"
Cartman was looking like a snowman. All he needed was a carrot nose.
"Big target" mumbled Kyle.
"Ey! I heard that you bitch" Cartman glared at Kyle and was about to hit him with an ice ball when Sam's phone rang.
Sam took the call and her eyes instantly widend. "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!"
Kenny, who was standing next to her, jumped as his eardrums felt shattered at the high pitched squeals of his friend.
Sam, seeing that she hurt Kenny's ears, tried to dial it back. "Here? Tomorrow? Oh this is so great!" Sam turned off her phone.
"What was that all about?" asked Cartman.
Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "My mom somehow found my phone number! She and Hannah are giving us a visit tomorrow!"
"Be careful what you wish for" Kenny said in a muffled sing-song voice. "Because you just got it."
Sam giggled, "Mom must be psychic or something." Then she stopped, "She must be psychic" she repeated.
Kenny caught on to what she was saying and looked at her wide-eyed. Sam looked back at him.
That's when Sam started to worry, "What about Dad, he's not going to be happy."
"Maybe try showing him how it'd be good for you" Stan suggested.
"'Kay, better give him more time to cool off before they come" Sam said and ran inside.
"So I guess we're going home then?" Kyle said.
"Yeah, I guess" said Stan. "Race you to the end of the street!"
"Hey, Dad?" Sam said as she stepped inside the house.
"Hi sweetie" Mr. Wilcox said. "How was your little playdate?"
Sam smiled, "It was fun, definitely!" She smiled sweetly and tried to keep her father out of panic when she spoke. "And, i'm, Mom and Hannah are coming over tomorrow."
"What the hell!" Mr. Wilcox explained. "Oh, sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry! Dad should not have said that!"
Sam struggled to keep the smile off of her face. Little did her dad know she'd heard worst from her third-grade friends.
"This is just the worst time" Sam's dad fretted.
Sam put her hand on her father's shoulder, "when would be the right time, Dad?"
Her father sighed, "you're right, it's time you see the rest of your family."
Sam smiled and hugged her dad. "I can't wait!"