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Chapter 11 "WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME?"
Sam's POV
"MOM!" I screamed, looking wide-eyed at the girl in the room that was told to be mine.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME?" I screeched, an hour after Freddie left my mom returned and we packed my bag, signed my release papers, and we headed home. I was very nervous to see my home. It was a 20-minute drive from the hospital. My mom had a truck, so we could put my wheelchair in the back. Our house was just out the city. When my mom stopped the car I looked outside, and I liked what I saw instantly. My mom got my wheelchair and I sat in it, I could move myself. I had been in a wheelchair before I think; I was kind of good at it. We walked, well I rolled inside, and I loved it. It was small, peaceful and it smelled comfy. My mom needed to use the bathroom so she said I could go check out my room myself. She told me it was down the hall, and then the left door. That's where I am now, facing the girl who looks exactly like me.
"MOM!" I screamed again.
"Stop messing with me Sam! I'm not that gullible," The girl said, smirking, although she had a slight confused look on her face. I still had a shocked expression on my face when my mom entered.
"What is it, Sam?" my mom asked worriedly when she came in, looking for me, but she was looking at the other girl.
"Melanie?" my mom asked.
"Hi mom!" The girl said happily, and she hugged my mom. Why was she calling my mom, her mom?
"Mom, who is she?" I asked when they broke of ther hug.
"Sam, you can stop the act now!" Melanie said, a bit annoyed. "But why are you in a wheelchair?" she added, her voice sounded worried.
My mom started laughing. "Can't you see? She's your twin sister," Melanie looked a bit confused, because mom played along with my so-called act.
"Mom, what happened to Sam? Why can't she remember me?" she asked.
"Well, Sam fell out of a tree, an now she has no memory," my mom explained. "She does not remember anyone. If I knew you came, I told her about you."
"Oh Sam, I'm so sorry I scared you!" Melanie apologized, and she hugged me.
"It's okay," I said. "But I kind of need to breathe," I added, because Melanie hugged me so tightly.
"Oops," she said, and she quickly let go. "So, you don't remember anything?"
"Nope." I said.
"Mel, how long are you staying?" My mom asked Melanie.
"Two weeks, then my boarding school starts again. We have a two weeks off because our teachers won a contest and now the can go on a two-week cruise."
"I guess you can sleep in Sam's room, but I will leave you two now, because I have to go cook," mom said, and she left the room.
"Whoa, mom is going to cook. Didn't see that one coming," Melanie said, sitting down on the bed.
"She told me she was going to change, but I can't remember how she was before," I said, rolling my wheelchair to the bed, Melanie got up, helped me out and helped me sit on the bed, than she sat down next to me again. We talked until mom called it was time for dinner. We talked about her boarding school, and about iCarly, about Carly and Freddie. I wanted to tell her about my school, but I couldn't because I didn't know anything about it. Melanie helped me get back in my wheelchair and she rolled me to the dining table.
"What do we have for dinner?" Melanie asked mom.
"Ham and…" She couldn't finish her sentence.
"HAM YEAH!" I screeched, and my mom and Melanie started to laugh.
"You haven't changed a bit," Melanie said, chuckling. I blushed a bit in shame. Mom set the ham on the table and I attacked it, which caused another series of chuckles.
"Sorry, I was hungry," I tried to say, but my mouth was full of ham, so it probably sounded like. "Sobbfu, Ib bwas horfngpy."
When we were out of food after half an hour. My mom and Melanie did the dishes, and I rolled myself back to my room. I wanted to sit on the bed, but I couldn't help myself out the wheelchair.
"I hate to depend on other people!" I said to myself. I decided this wasn't going to work so I sat back in my wheelchair. This was what I knew now: I was a unique girl, I was strong, funny and I gave people nicknames. I was a bit of a bully, and I didn't get very good grades. Carly was my best friend, and together with Freddie we made an iCarly every Friday. I had watched an episode online and I thought we were really funny. Freddie and I had our first kiss after I told everyone he never kissed anyone, and he liked that kiss. I had a twin sister named Melanie, who went to boarding school. My mom wasn't a really good mom before, though I didn't knew what she did.
It felt good, to put everything on a row this way. It cleared my head a bit. I was repeating and repeating it in my head over and over again. After 10 minutes Melanie entered the room, she saw me sitting in my wheelchair and she knew directly what was wrong. She walked over to me and helped me out, so I could sit on the bed.
"Thank you," I said, and she smiled. She laid down beside me, and we looked at the ceiling.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"How are you? And I want the truth," I didn't see that coming. I thought for a while.
"The truth, I think I'm okay… I'm just a little confused, and it's very annoying I can't remember things. But I can't remember when I could remember things, so really, I don't miss anything," this was the first time I said this out loud.
She looked at me. It felt like I looked right into a mirror. "We really look alike," I blurted out.
"I know," she said, as a smile crossed her face. It was 8 pm, and I already was tired. But I still had to pack my backpack, for tomorrow. But I figured packing a backpack with a broken leg isn't very easy.
"Mel, can you help me packing my bag for tomorrow?" I asked. I didn't know why I already called her Mel, I just met her this afternoon, it just felt like I knew her my whole live, which I actually did. I had the same feeling with Carly and Freddie. It just felt so right.
"Of course," she said. She grabbed all the stuff I needed and put them in my red backpack, I smiled.
"Thanks."
She put the backpack by the door and sat down on the bed.
"I'm so tired," I confessed.
"Than let's put on our PJ's." Melanie said.
She put hers on and helped me with mine. Melanie told our mom we were going to sleep. I told her to wish her goodnight from me too, because I didn't feel like getting back in my wheelchair. I lied down in my bed, getting under the cover. Melanie came back inside and she lied down besides me.
"Goodnight," she whispered.
"Goodnight." I whispered back, this felt like home.
