A/N: So, I've noticed for the longest time that all of my chapters in everything that I write I use more dialogue than anything. I'm going to try to have most of my chapters now on 60 percent of it dialogue and 40 percent of my chapters be narration or whatever you want to call it…description maybe? Anyways, I started doing that in this chapter and hopefully it will improve my writing even more.

Chapter's kind of short because I had a hard time writing it. I was originally going to wait until Friday, but I figured you guys would love an update.

Ch. 37: Meet the Grandparents Part 1

"Alright guys, I'd like to congratulate you all on finishing the first week of class this summer. Things have been pretty easy as of yet, but soon things will be picking up. I am going to inform you all that at the end of the summer there will be a banquet of sorts where a few of you will be able to read your writings to your friends and family. This class will vote on a few of you to be able to do so."

The class gathers up their things to get ready to go since the class was done.

"Before we meet up again I want everyone to write about a personal experience in your life. It can be long or it can be a short piece, but the minimum is a page long."

Sam took her time packing up her things. Her dad was running late picking her up.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up from her desk towards the professor of the class. His name was Anthony Becker.

"Yeah?"

"Most people are rushing to get out of here which I for one don't understand since this class isn't required, but I was wondering if you had any ideas on what you were going to write about."

Sam shrugs her shoulders.

"I've gone through a lot in my life. I'd be hard to just pick one thing to write about. I guess that's why god created weekends," Sam says with a chuckle as she packs up her bag and stands up from her desk.

Andrew nods his head and begins packing his bag as well. He only taught the one class at the college.

"You have some pretty raw talent, Sam. Most of these kids in this class don't have the talent that you have."

Sam and Andrew walked out of the classroom and out of the college. The class was the closest to the front doors.

"My dad says I'm good too, but I always thought that he had to say that, you know?"

Andrew shoulders his bag and nods his head.

"I felt the same way, but it took awhile for me to realize that I had talent."

Sam spotted her father leaning against the car. Sam turns to Andrew and smiles.

"My dad is waiting so I've got to go, but I enjoyed class."

"I'm glad to hear it. I'll see you on Monday, Sam."

Andrew walked towards his car while Sam walked towards her father. Lucas smiles at her and grabs her bag.

"How was class?"

Sam shrugs her shoulders.

"Class was class. We got a new assignment today, but I'm not sure what I am going to write about. Too many things have happened to me to pinpoint one to write about."

"I'm sure you'll think of something Sam. It just takes time."

Sam buckles her seatbelt with a sigh.

"I know, but I just want to do this assignment right is all."

"Writing takes time Sam. Why do you think it's taken me so long to write my book? Now I am in the editing phase and that just gets harder. You have the talent so don't worry about it."

Sam leans her head against the window as she watches the scenery pass by her.

It had been two weeks since the incident with Jack and things have been tense for awhile at her house. Sam still felt embarrassed about what Jack had said to her father and it hurt her. She still felt ashamed by the things her so called friend said. It was going to take time for her to heal.

"Where are we going?" Sam questions a few minutes later.

"We are going to go see Jamie play his last basketball game of the summer."

Sam nods her head.

"Is mom there already?"

Lucas glances in his daughter's direction and nods his head.

"Yeah she will be. Sam, are you alright?"

Sam nods her head, but doesn't say a word.

*Whatever it Takes*

Lucas sits in the stands next to his wife. Sam had taken off to see Jamie before the game started.

"Our daughter barely looks at me and she barely speaks to me. I have no idea what is going on with her."

"And you think I know? Lucas, she doesn't talk to me either. Ever since that punk ass decided to ruin her life things have just been hell at home."

Lucas shakes his head and looks towards the court.

"I just want to help her. She's my kid and I want to help her."

Lucas need to help everyone, especially the women in his life started out when he was old enough to know that his father abandoned him and his mother. For so long it had been just him and his mom. Then he met Haley and then it was just them. When Haley had first started dating Nathan, Lucas was reluctant about it. Nathan had been an ass and he didn't want his best friend hurt. When he met Brooke those fears slowly started to ease because people all around him said that Brooke had been the female version of Nathan. Needless to say, his judgments lessened and when he actually got to know his brother he knew that his best friend was going to be okay. Now they are married and have kids.

His need to help Brooke was the moment that she had told him she had been scared to love him. She was afraid to let anybody in and he swore that he would save her. Now they're married, have two kids with another one on the way.

It leads him here to this moment, a moment where he realized that no matter what he did he can't save his daughter because she needed to save herself. It didn't mean he wasn't going to help her along the way.

"We all want to help her. And we will as soon as we figure out what kind of help she needs."

Brooke and Lucas smile brightly when they spot their son on the court. The game had quickly started and Brooke and Lucas knew that one person was missing. Sam.

*Whatever it Takes*

"Are you sure everyone was okay with us coming?" Sylvia asks her son as they walk down the street.

"Yeah, mom, I'm sure. I talked to Lucas and Brooke, Sam and Jamie. They really want you there. You too dad," Julian throws in as he looks to his right.

"Good because I want to meet my grandchildren."

"For once I agree with your father, I want to meet them as well."

Julian grins and just shakes his head. His parents were something else.

"The school is up this way."

The three adults turn the corner and freeze right outside the gym.

"Oh my god," Sylvia gasps.

A young girl was slumped against the wall. Her clothes were torn and there was blood all over her face.

Julian slowly approached the girl as Sylvia and Paul slowly followed him.

"What are you doing?" Paul asks.

Julian swallows the lump in his throat as he gets closer because he finally recognizes the girl.

"Call an ambulance or something. I need to make sure she's okay."

Paul looks at his son's face and instantly knows something is wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Julian kneels next to the girl.

"It's Sam."

Julian lightly touches the girl's face only for her to gasp at the contact and move her head a little.

Paul quickly pulls out his phone to call that ambulance.

This wasn't the way that he wanted to meet one of his grandchildren.