A/N: Okay, this really skipped arund now, cuz now Sam's 13. And the whole Kate bein 2 thing was an insde joke that will be explained later, and so in this story she is only 33.
13
After Sam's thirteenth birthday, her little sister, Izzie, was about 8, and now Kate was pregnant with her boyfriend Dylan. Kate couldn't believe how her kids grew, Sam was extremely mature, and Izzie was still like a little kid, but was really different.
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"Uh, what the hell is up with this outfit?" Sam said, pulling out a plaid mini skirt from Mimi's closet.
Mimi blushed. "I like that skirt."
"Are you friggin kidding me?" Sam asked.
"We have different taste Sam." Mimi said offended.
"Well yours sucks." Sam said, making a disgusted face. Mimi's eyes filled with tears, so she quickly turned to look through her dresser, holding back the tears, while Sam kept discriminating the clothes in her closet.
Just then, Sam's cell phone rang, to the song "Show Stopper".
"Hello." She said.
"Oh hey."
"Yeah, sure, I'd like that." She bit her bottom lip.
"Okay, be at my house by 9, bye." She closed her phone.
"Gotta go, goin to the movies with Brandon, bye bitch." She said.
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As Sam walked down the street, her phone vibrated. She flipped it open. It was a reminder she had set for herself: Dinner with family, mom's "27th" (inside joke with Walt and Ana), actually 33rd birthday.
"Damnit" she muttered under her breath. When she arrived home, she went over to her mom.
"Hey Sami." Kate said, looking up from her laptop.
"Mom, I'm really sorry, I just remembered I told Marina I would go to the movies with her, and I totally forgot about your party, so can I please go." Sam wined.
"Sam, Ana had this dinner planned for like a month." Kate said, letting her daughter know how important this was to her.
"I know, but Brian just dumped her, and she is really, like uh miserable." Sam said.
"Okay, fine, how late will you be out?" Kate asked, reluctantly.
"How about 12?"
"Your not staying out until 12." Kate stated, closing the laptop, and walking into the kitchen.
"11?" Sam begged.
"10:30 is the latest."
"Are you frickin serious, what's a half hour gonna hurt?" Sam yelled.
"First of all, I'm your mother, don't say fricken around me, or anyone else for that matter, secondly, if you don't want to be home by 10:30, don't go, and lastly, stop being such a bitch." Kate said.
Sam rolled her eyes, and went upstairs to take a shower.
As she walked upstairs, her phone rang, but Sam couldn't hear it, because she left it downstairs. Kate picked it up and answered it.
"Hello." She said.
"Hey, is this Sam?"
"No, its Kate, Sam went to get in the shower, who's this?" She asked, trying to be embarrassing, because of Sam's attitude.
"Oh hey, it's Marina." Marina said into the phone.
"Oh, what's up?" Kate asked.
'Nothin much, I just wanted to know if I could come over to use Sam's hair stuff?" Marina asked.
"Yeah, you can come."
"k, bye." Marina said.
"Bye."