One female sat in her room. She sat on her bed, staring at one large present that she held in her arms. A single tear rolled down her eye as she undid the ribbon, carefully. She tore open the present to reveal a box. After cutting the tape, she opened the box. Inside, there was a letter. She opened it and started to read-
Samantha,
I know I haven't seen you in four years... And I wish I could! Sadly, I'm still in Iraq. This war just won't stop. I only have cuts and bruises, luckily no lost limbs (yet). Most of my friends have already died and I really hate being here, but I can't go until someone wins. Thanks for reading, and don't worry, the army will keep paying for your apartment until I can come back and help you. Get good grades, kid. Okay?
Sincerely,
your mother,
Agnes Avneer
And with that, Samantha burst into tears. She examined the contents of the box. Inside, there was a sledgehammer and a 100$ gift card to the Lumber Yard, her favorite logging store. While Samantha recollects herself, let's examine her room.
Samantha's room is outdated, mostly because Samantha does not have enough money to buy new furniture. Instead, she has a Windows computer from 2006, a twin-size bed, a pale-white leather chair with a small flower pillow, and a dirty window with a birdhouse hanging outside of it. Now, not much can be determined from Sam's room, but there is something else in the house that will reveal a lot about her. Ah, it seems Samantha is just sniffling now. Maybe she will lead us to that something else? I guess she is fine then. It is time for Sam to lead us to her escape from life- her woodshop. Here, she has a large pile of wooden planks. Next to it is her custom-made table with a hot-glue gun on it along with a box of nails and some sandpaper. On the wall to the left is where her tools are mounted. Her one-handed saw, claw hammer, staple gun, and hatchet.
Of course, one cannot spend all of their time making stuff with wood. It just so happens that Sam enjoys something else. If you were to go back to her room, you would notice the wallpaper. Blue with waves. Now, if you were to turn her computer on (which of course you wouldn't because that would be invading personal information) you would notice her screensaver. It's a turtle. Now, in one of her drawers, there is a collection of drawings. Guess what they're of? Sea animals. There we go.
Illuminati confirmed.
Just kidding.
After Samantha finished mounting her sledge hammer, she decided to Skype one of her friends. She only had three, so there was the chance no one was on. There was only one message, and from Marcos, in their group-wide chat. After opening the chat, she read the message. She then replied in a sarcastic fashion-
SamA- Wow, I live alone without any family and here you are getting a present FROM A RELATIVE YOU HAVE NEVER MET.
MarcosJ- I'm sorry...
SamA- I was being sarcastic, lol. I've gotten over that.
MarcosJ- Good then.
MarcosJ- I kind of need you to help me...
SamA- Sure. What else do I have to do, build another birdhouse?
MarcosJ- Phew, I thought it was going to be impossible to get anyone.
SamA- Yeah. You asked anyone else yet?
MarcosJ- No, I just got it.
SamA- Huh. I'll bike over and get a copy. Do you want me to give them to anyone else because I'm closer?
MarcosJ- That would be great. I'm going to have to go to church soon, and I don't want to miss anything.
SamA- Be there in five minutes.
Sam grabbed her helmet and ran to the garage on the bottom floor. She opened the door, hit the open button, and got on her bike. Once it fully opened, she got out and hit the button outside to close it. She then started to bike to her friend's house. She turned out of the complex and started the ride. She enjoyed, for the first time in a while, the cool breeze in her hair. Was it freezing? Yes. Was she used to it? Yes. She passed Jamba Juice and then turned onto another road. By the time she had reached Marcos' street, she was awed by the amount of Christmas spirit she had achieved just by gazing at the decorations on houses and shops.
Marcos answered the door and welcomed her. After being asked to stay for a bit, she declined. "Once you get back from church, tell me and we can start the game. He nodded. "Gotcha. Have a safe ride back." Sam nodded. "See ya." And with that, she mounted her bike and started to ride back. She wondered how she could convince the others. She had accepted because she still didn't have much to live for, but the others had families, good lives, and were perfectly happy. All she knew is that she had her work cut out for her.
Well, that ends the chapter! Please read, favorite, like, comment, and subscribe! Lol. Just do something so I don't get Writer's Block. It's a deadly disease in which authors lose all interest in writing their stories because they feel that no one is interested. DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN! AND THE MANATEES! SAVE THE BENGAL TIGER!
