I decided since I already have it typed, and need to kill time, I'll post the second chapter. Crap, instead, I could've switched over to Sims 3. Oh well. Enjoy peeps.
May.15.2012
Sam sat in her car, outside of Bushwell Plaza. Her uncle Joe had no use for his, since he was now in jail, again, so she was allowed to have it.
She sat in the park, drumming her index fingers on the steering wheel, and biting her lower lip contemplatively. It was wrong not to say goodbye, face to face, but if she did, she would never leave. She needed to leave. She needed to find herself.
Sam sighed and looked into her rearview mirror. She quickly turned away and grabbed the letters off the passenger seat.
'It's now or never,' she thought.
Sam got out the car, locking the doors behind her and ran into the building, from the rain. She was still wearing clothes from graduation a few hours ago. White jeans and a light blue, short sleeved polo shirt and converse with a random test pattern on them.
She stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for Carly and Freddie's floor. They were probably at the after grad party Gibby was throwing. This would make it easier for her to leave. A sigh escaped her lips and she started to pace back and forth until the ding sounded. Sam left the elevator and went straight for Carly's. When she opened the door, she saw Spencer making spaghetti tacos. He looked up at her.
"Sam? Hey graduate! Shouldn't you be at the after party?"
"Uh…"
Sam took a seat at the counter, placing the two letters down in front of her.
"I'm leaving."
Spencer looked up from his current task of mixing noodles and sauce.
"Leaving? For college? So soon?" he questioned, "I didn't even know you-"
"No," Sam cut in, "I'm leaving Seattle."
Spencer cut off the stove and walked over to Sam, standing in front of her on the opposite side of the counter.
"You're leaving, for good? Like, running away?"
"Yeah," said Sam, "but it's not running away. I'm 18, technically an adult."
Spencer nodded, keeping his eyes on her.
"Did you tell Carly and Freddie?"
Sam shook her head no.
"No, I can't. I need you to give them these."
She handed him the two letter, one with Carly's name, the other with Freddie's.
"Sam, why are you leaving?"
"Because," Sam cried, "As cliché as it sounds… I don't- I don't know me. Ever since Anthony died, I've felt lost, like I don't… know, I just, I hear this voice, the voice in the back of my head, telling me to go, and- and I agree. Spencer, I don't know who I am anymore. I don't think I ever have. I don't like me, and I think… a change will do me some good."
Spencer nodded solemnly.
"Okay."
He walked around to her, extending his arms.
"Come here."
Sam smiled, and welcomed his embrace with her own. Her 5'9 size embraced his 6'1.
"You've been like another little sister to me, Sam."
She chuckled a bit.
"You've been like another big brother to me," she told him, "Thank you for everything."
"He smiled, "No problem."
"I'm gonna miss you," Sam said, "And your spaghetti tacos."
"You can take some for the road."
She let go of him and smiled.
"Three?"
"Sure thing."
While she waited on Spencer to make her spaghetti tacos, her cell phone rang. It was Carly. She debated on answering and decided not to.
"Here you go," Spencer said proudly, "Three spaghetti tacos, to go."
Sam graciously accepted the food, and hugged Spencer one more time.
"Bye, Spence."
"See ya, Sam."
She let him go then slowly headed to the door. She looked back one more time. Spencer held up his hand and smiled. She smiled back and opened the door.
Sam got in her car and started the engine. She sighed and looked at Bushwell Plaza one last time. She grabbed a spaghetti taco from the bag, unwrapped it, and took a bite. She considered putting it back in the bag, but instead, took a bite and pulled off. Destination, San Francisco.
This was, incase you didn't know, based off the song by Missy Higgins called Where I Stood. I need to change my seating position, I can't feel my legs...
