I. Hate. Life.

This I am beginning to think is gonna be my rant story.

But just to get this slight little bit out of the way...

So this past weekend, I had a volleyball tournament and everybody on my team hates me, or acts like they do. So I know I wasn't PMSing on Friday/Satuday cuz I just had mother nature's curse last week but I was crying and not wanting to go and everything. So we get to Disney (I had to be at the Wide World Of Sports complex at 7 o'clock in the morning so me and my mom stay at a hotel over night there) really late and I'm in a slightly better mood. I wake up the next morning and I'm in the same crappy mood as the night before with screaming and crying and not wanting to anything saying, "My team doesn't even need me! They don't even want me there! They won't miss me!" Blah blah blah. Then the people next door to us knock and say "Knock it off, please." So I was late to my tournament (well not really but we're supposed to get there an hour early and we weren't) but thank God I didn't get in trouble! Anyway, I get inside and start warming up and since my team has an odd number, I was stuck alone...again, warming up with my assistant coach. So my coach calls us in right before the game starts and we had one of our setters and libero missing and I usually sub in for the setter. So my coach is explaining how everything will work and I ask, "Will I get to play?" and since it's club ball, everybody is supposed to play, or get a chance to, at a tournament. So my coach says, "I'm not sure yet; we'll see." So the whole time, I'm holding back tears and my mom even noticed and I wasn't even facing her. So I don't get to play the first round or whatever and I thought that the second round, I would play instead of the other rightside. But no, I'm sitting on the sidelines...picking the Adidas off my spandex. When the score is 14-20, other team 20, and we play to 25, I get subbed in. I got a little excited but the I'm standing there, calling the ball, "5-5-5-5-5!" trying to get the setter to set to me and every time she sets to somebody else on the court or nearly runs me over and back sets. I touched the ball once. ONCE! And nearly got run over! I set it just to get it up and the wise guy who hit it instead of free-balling it over hits it out. The score is now like 15-23 and I'm about to serve and my coach puts the other girl in. I'm just like, "You're kidding. I don't ever get to serve!" We lose the game and my coach calls us over to the side to talk to us and is talking about how good some people played and what mistakes that shouldn't have happened are and this and that and so then she's like "We're off for two games: this one, I want you guys eating and the next one we reff." So she sends us off and my mom marches over and says "Good luck today; I'm taking Samantha with me because it's obvious you guys are doing fine without her" and we left.

So yeah.

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Danny snuck into Sam's house with the excuse of a "ghost injury" instead of just wanting to see her. When he entered her dark, gloomy room, it was gloomier than normal. There were cries-no, sobs heard coming from her bed. "Sam?" he whispered. She didn't hear him so he bravely walked over and touched her back gently.

Sam's head immediately snapped up, scaring Danny a bit. "Hey," he mumbled, wiping away tears on her face with his thumbs. She closed her eyes and rested the side of her face into his hand. "What's the matter?" he asked, sitting down on her bed and placing her in his lap.

She rested her head into his shoulder and said, "My parents...the-they've been fighting and yelling and...I know it's all because of what's been going on but...they'll be in their room, which is two stories below me, and I'll be able to hear them clearly. Heck, Grandma could be up here and hear them crystal clear! And, you know how I said there's a law that stated that the court couldn't take your house?" Danny nodded. "Well...aparently they can take away this house and force you to move into your least expensive one," she explained.

"S-so what does that mean?" he asked, bracing himself for the truth.

"I'm moving," she mumbled barely audiable. She buried her face more into his shoulder and rocked her back and forth, holding her close.

Then an idea sparked in his head. "Hey, where are you moving to," he whispered into her ear.

She pulled her face out and said, "Washington. Some really small town in Washington, not D.C., the state, that we own a condo in and it's just big enough to fit all of us. But if I heard correctly, my parents are getting a divorce and my mom is making my dad look for a new place."

"What?" Danny said, stunned.

Sam nodded. "I've noticed he hasn't been around as much and will sleep on the couch in the movie theater downstairs. It's horrible!"

"Well...this wasn't where I was originally going but it works... How about you ask your dad about you two staying at my place and your mom can go live in Washington. Your dad can have the guest bedroom, you can have mine, and I'll sleep in the Op Center."

"Look, that's really sweet of you but I can't kick you out of your own room."

"Hey, it's no big deal! Believe me, I don't mind sleeping on the couch; my bed isn't all that much more comfortable. What I do mind is you leaving and me not being able to see you as much as I can now." They both turned some shade of red but were both glad it was too dark to tell. "Trust me, it'll be fine."

"You sure?" she asked, still not one hundred percent sure that she wanted to go through with it.

"Positive. Just talk with your dad about it and see what he says. The worse he can say is no and the answer is always no unless you ask," he reminded.

Sam smiled. "You're way too nice," she said, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck for a hug.

DooBeeDooBeeDooBa!

"Hey, Dad? C-can I talk to you?" Sam asked, walking into her dad's office.

Her dad sighed in agrivation and turned around to face her in his chair, removing his reading glasses from his face. "What is it, Samantha?"

Sam took in a deep breath of courage and said, "I was talking with my friend, Danny-"

"Oh, Samantha, I don't have time for your romantic fantasy about him. I have more important things to do," he interrupted, turning back around.

Sam blushed slightly but continued. "No. No, Dad, that's not even close to what I was going to tell you. I was talking with him and he offered for you and me to stay with his family until you found a new place while Mom moved to where that condo is."

Her dad spun back around. "How did you know all that? Were you eavesdropping again?"

"No! Not at all! Dad, you and Mom were screaming and yelling so loud Grandma could have heard you from my room!" Her dad showed a bit of shame but Sam pressed on. "Listen. I know you don't like him nor his family but please give it a chance. I really don't wanna move. He said that you could have the guest bedroom all to yourself."

"And what about you?"

A blush crept on her face again. "He said I could have his room to sleep in and he'd sleep on the couch or in the Op Center."

"Why is your face red?"

Her face got even redder. "Because it's weird thinking about sleeping in my best friend's bed, alone, who's a guy."

"Uh-huh," her dad said as if he didn't believe her. "Well, I'll think about it. And I'd have to talk to your mother about it."

Sam smiled and fought back the urge to hug her father. "Thanks," was all she said before rushing out to tell Danny.

Yeah. I win. XD

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xxSam