Chapter 11

"Wow," Timmy said. "So you were really young when you lost your godparents."

"I was really young when I got them," Sam said.

"Must've hit you pretty hard when they left."

"Yeah, well, I dealt with the loss over time."

"You said you left Dimmsdale forever. Well, what are you doing back?"

"I wanted to see if anything changed, but it doesn't looked like anything did. I didn't necessarily live in Dimmsdale, it was sort of the downtown part I lived in."

"But downtown Dimmsdale is only made up of broken houses and a run-down bus station."

"Like I said, nothing changed. Those were my living conditions until I was eight."

"Jorgen actually let you keep your memory of Cosmo and Wanda. You got lucky."

"I have no idea why he let me keep my memory," Sam slumped down on the grass and put her chin on her knees. "Remembering godparents isn't all that good. I'll admit, I'm a little unhappy. And I think I'd be better without my memories. The painful thought that they'll never come back . . ."

There was silence for a couple moments. In remembering her pride, she got to her feet and continued skipping rocks.

"Would you want the chance to see them again?" Timmy asked.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know," Sam replied. "They were the nicest folks anybody could meet. But they could've changed by now."

"What do you mean 'changed'?"

"I travel from one place to the next. Some kids will think my techniques and ways of living are cool, so we end up becoming friends." Sam threw another rock across the lake. "I don't like to stay in one place for too long, only because nobody holds me back or ties me down so I savor the freedom of being able to go wherever I want to. So sooner or later, I have to go. I tell my new friend that I'll see them next year. The next year comes . . ."

"And then what?"

"They forget all about me. Or they do remember me, but then they say how worthless I was or something dumb like that. I try to make another friend and the same thing happens again. And more than likely, it'll happen to you, too."

Timmy completley ignored that last little bit. "But Cosmo and Wanda . . . well, they wouldn't be anything like that." He said in disbelief. Sam said nothing. She only continued to throw more stones over the water. "Do you actually think Cosmo and Wanda would turn out to be just as jerky as those guys you tried to make friends with?" Timmy said with even more disbelief in his voice.

Sam stopped throwing the rock. "People can change in one year," The Street Rat merely said. "And for me, it's been five. I don't know if they did change or not."

Well, do you wanna find out? Timmy asked in his head.

"Hey, I gotta get home," Timmy said. "But would you mind if I showed you something?"

She looked at Timmy. "You out of your mind?" Sam said, still as calm as ever. "I mean, I don't have a care for . . . your secret. Who do I have to tell, but I'm pretty sure Jorgen would care."

"I just wanna show you something real quick, then you can leave."

Sam thought for a second or two. "It ain't gonna kill me to go with you, so okay, why not?" Sam followed Timmy to his house.

*One or two chapters left after this. This one's short, I know. Hope you enjoyed this one.