Disclaimer: I don't own sweep. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fan fic!
Author's note: Aren't you proud of me? I made a whole separate spot for my ramblings! Ok, NEW CHARACTER!! :: looks deviously from side to side::
And she actually exists! MuHAHA!!! Read and meet her! Oh, and if she's reading this, even though she shouldn't be! Recognize the teacher? Hehehe!
Author's other Note: The new character in here isn't exactly portrayed as herself, just deal Lauren. I was lazy. So…poop on you! : -D
The representation of the teacher is a DRAMATIZATION! It was meant all in fun. Not to hurt anyone's feelings. The name was used, but only because it wouldn't be right any other way. He wasn't actually like this. And I liked his class a lot. So, it's all meant in fun.
The bell sounded and all the students hurried out of the room, a math room was not a place she wanted to linger. Sam was going to history. Because of the rotating schedule, she hadn't had it yesterday, and she was eager to find out what her class was going to be like. Sam always loved history, but she seemed to have chronic bad luck when it came to History teachers. As she walked in the hall she envisioned what it could be like. When she stepped into class and saw the teacher, she knew it was going to be nothing like she planed.
If he hadn't been wearing a button down shirt, she never would have found him in the classroom. He looked like an Abacrombi and Fitch model! And not in the good way. He was standing there, talking with two girls in ponytails and platform sandals.
As a mass, none of them looked like they could even SPELL history.
As she moved towards a seat, Sam muttered under her breath, "Can we say JOCK..," shaking her head. Then she heard someone laugh behind her. Turning around, a girl with light brown hair, glasses, and a " You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!" expression on her face was laughing.
"Oops. Did I say that out loud?" Sam said sarcastically.
"Yes, you did. Quick, here, sit down. Before your presence befuddles their meager minds." Patting the desk behind her in the row. " They get cranky when you confuse them." She said smiling, " If you ask them to open their own pudding, they get cranky."
With a grateful sigh, Sam sat down. "Finally, I found someone who can think in full sentences!"
"Ok, ok. Guys. We have a new student." The teacher said, ten minutes into the period. " This is Samantha Abernath, she's a new student here. My name is Mr. Masi, and we're studying American History. Ok?" he said, handing her a ditto packet. "You can get the notes from someone…umm…Lauren, why don't you give her the notes." He said, immediately loosing interest in the subject.
Turning around in her seat, she handed a stack of brightly colored notes to Sam, " Here, you can have these. I tend to… rewrite, my notes a lot." Smiling Sam took the notes," Hey! I have those pens! That's so freaky."
"Yes" Lauren agreed with a laugh, "FUNKY!"
For the rest of the period the two girls just sat there laughing at the obnoxiously sarcastic remarks that they made. Doing the work wasn't a problem either, two minutes and they were done with the class work ditto and the flip side that was homework. 'Life is good." Sam thought to herself as she waved good-bye to Lauren and continued to her next class.
"Finished?" Hunter asked as he stepped into the kitchen.
"Yup, we just finished, and with time to spare." Said Morgan with a satisfied grin.
"Ok then, you girls won't mind taking a break for tea," Hunter called over his shoulder as he filled up the teakettle at the sink.
"mmm…I'd love some." Said Morgan, coming over to sit at one of the stools that sat in front of the tiny breakfast overhang in the cozy kitchen.
"OoOOooo! Can we have rosemary tea Hunter?" Sam asked, coming over to sit on the stool next to Morgan.
"YOU can have Rosemary, we can have mint." Hunter said, mocking her as he reached up to get the tins that held his teas.
"I'd like some rosemary too Hunter, if you don't mind. Sam put the idea in my head a while ago and now it sounds really good." Morgan said with a sympathetic smile.
"Alright, alright," Hunter said with a grin, " I know when I'm beat, rosemary it is."
"You always liked rosemary tea didn't you Sam? And even though your foster parents knew you liked it they never remembered it. I always had to get it for you." Hunter said, just randomly reminiscing.
"Oh, you had foster parents?" Morgan asked before she could help herself.
"Yah," said Sam, looking down into the empty mug Hunter had given her, " They adopted me when I was eleven. They sort of got Hunter and me as a package considering that we had already been studying together for a year when my mom disappeared.
"Your mom disappeared?" Morgan asked, now completely enthralled.
"Yah, one night when I was ten, just after she told me I was wiccan and unbound my powers, she woke me up and told me she loved me and that she had to go away. I still don't know why."
"That's so sad. You must miss her very much. What happened to your dad?" At this point, Morgan couldn't help herself; it was like some unseen force was driving her.
"Umm.. I never knew my father, my mom didn't really have a "relationship" with him, he just came and seduced her, then got me, I guess." Sam said with a shrug. "It was funny though, my mom had me legally take the name of this man who was her best friend, I guess she didn't want me without a "real" last name. My mom's name was Rigordan… " Sam said, but at the mention of the word Rigordan, Morgan's tea mug dropped from her hands, smashing to the floor. Hunter also turned around to look at Sam, although he managed to keep his hand on the boiling teakettle. Sam immediately jumped up to clean the mess, she knew Hunter had a very tight income, and she was sorry she had caused the setback by letting her mouth slip. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, I'll clean it, then I'll buy you a knew one, it will be ok. I'll just get a rag…" Hunter cut her off. "It's fine. What did you say?"
Sam looked at him in utter horror. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about my past it's a mood crasher…"
"No. What did you just say? When I last saw you, you didn't know who your mother was. What do you know Sam." Hunter said it so coldly; Sam immediately broke out into tears. Hunter softened his expression and relaxed his death-grip on the teakettle.
"I'm sorry Sammy. But really, this is important. Please tell me what you know." Hunter pleaded with her to stop crying, and lead her to a stool.
" I.. just…I didn't think it was such a big deal. My foster mom, she had all my real mom's stuff. She was just made to promise she wouldn't give it to me until my fourteenth birthday. I eve have some stuff of her sister's."
"Her SISTER!" Morgan gasped.
"What was her name!" Morgan yelped her eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.
"Her sister's name…umm…MAVE! That's what it was!" Sam cried, trying desperately to understand.
"Oh Hunter!" Was all Morgan could get out before she fainted and Hunter had to run and catch her before she hit the ground.
"Hunter! What's going on?" Sam practically screamed from fright as he scooped up Morgan and carried her to the living room.
"Sit down and I'll explain everything." Hunter said, and Sam sat obediently. "It all began many years ago, before you were born. There was a thing called a dark wave…"
Author's note: Aren't you proud of me? I made a whole separate spot for my ramblings! Ok, NEW CHARACTER!! :: looks deviously from side to side::
And she actually exists! MuHAHA!!! Read and meet her! Oh, and if she's reading this, even though she shouldn't be! Recognize the teacher? Hehehe!
Author's other Note: The new character in here isn't exactly portrayed as herself, just deal Lauren. I was lazy. So…poop on you! : -D
The representation of the teacher is a DRAMATIZATION! It was meant all in fun. Not to hurt anyone's feelings. The name was used, but only because it wouldn't be right any other way. He wasn't actually like this. And I liked his class a lot. So, it's all meant in fun.
The bell sounded and all the students hurried out of the room, a math room was not a place she wanted to linger. Sam was going to history. Because of the rotating schedule, she hadn't had it yesterday, and she was eager to find out what her class was going to be like. Sam always loved history, but she seemed to have chronic bad luck when it came to History teachers. As she walked in the hall she envisioned what it could be like. When she stepped into class and saw the teacher, she knew it was going to be nothing like she planed.
If he hadn't been wearing a button down shirt, she never would have found him in the classroom. He looked like an Abacrombi and Fitch model! And not in the good way. He was standing there, talking with two girls in ponytails and platform sandals.
As a mass, none of them looked like they could even SPELL history.
As she moved towards a seat, Sam muttered under her breath, "Can we say JOCK..," shaking her head. Then she heard someone laugh behind her. Turning around, a girl with light brown hair, glasses, and a " You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing!" expression on her face was laughing.
"Oops. Did I say that out loud?" Sam said sarcastically.
"Yes, you did. Quick, here, sit down. Before your presence befuddles their meager minds." Patting the desk behind her in the row. " They get cranky when you confuse them." She said smiling, " If you ask them to open their own pudding, they get cranky."
With a grateful sigh, Sam sat down. "Finally, I found someone who can think in full sentences!"
"Ok, ok. Guys. We have a new student." The teacher said, ten minutes into the period. " This is Samantha Abernath, she's a new student here. My name is Mr. Masi, and we're studying American History. Ok?" he said, handing her a ditto packet. "You can get the notes from someone…umm…Lauren, why don't you give her the notes." He said, immediately loosing interest in the subject.
Turning around in her seat, she handed a stack of brightly colored notes to Sam, " Here, you can have these. I tend to… rewrite, my notes a lot." Smiling Sam took the notes," Hey! I have those pens! That's so freaky."
"Yes" Lauren agreed with a laugh, "FUNKY!"
For the rest of the period the two girls just sat there laughing at the obnoxiously sarcastic remarks that they made. Doing the work wasn't a problem either, two minutes and they were done with the class work ditto and the flip side that was homework. 'Life is good." Sam thought to herself as she waved good-bye to Lauren and continued to her next class.
"Finished?" Hunter asked as he stepped into the kitchen.
"Yup, we just finished, and with time to spare." Said Morgan with a satisfied grin.
"Ok then, you girls won't mind taking a break for tea," Hunter called over his shoulder as he filled up the teakettle at the sink.
"mmm…I'd love some." Said Morgan, coming over to sit at one of the stools that sat in front of the tiny breakfast overhang in the cozy kitchen.
"OoOOooo! Can we have rosemary tea Hunter?" Sam asked, coming over to sit on the stool next to Morgan.
"YOU can have Rosemary, we can have mint." Hunter said, mocking her as he reached up to get the tins that held his teas.
"I'd like some rosemary too Hunter, if you don't mind. Sam put the idea in my head a while ago and now it sounds really good." Morgan said with a sympathetic smile.
"Alright, alright," Hunter said with a grin, " I know when I'm beat, rosemary it is."
"You always liked rosemary tea didn't you Sam? And even though your foster parents knew you liked it they never remembered it. I always had to get it for you." Hunter said, just randomly reminiscing.
"Oh, you had foster parents?" Morgan asked before she could help herself.
"Yah," said Sam, looking down into the empty mug Hunter had given her, " They adopted me when I was eleven. They sort of got Hunter and me as a package considering that we had already been studying together for a year when my mom disappeared.
"Your mom disappeared?" Morgan asked, now completely enthralled.
"Yah, one night when I was ten, just after she told me I was wiccan and unbound my powers, she woke me up and told me she loved me and that she had to go away. I still don't know why."
"That's so sad. You must miss her very much. What happened to your dad?" At this point, Morgan couldn't help herself; it was like some unseen force was driving her.
"Umm.. I never knew my father, my mom didn't really have a "relationship" with him, he just came and seduced her, then got me, I guess." Sam said with a shrug. "It was funny though, my mom had me legally take the name of this man who was her best friend, I guess she didn't want me without a "real" last name. My mom's name was Rigordan… " Sam said, but at the mention of the word Rigordan, Morgan's tea mug dropped from her hands, smashing to the floor. Hunter also turned around to look at Sam, although he managed to keep his hand on the boiling teakettle. Sam immediately jumped up to clean the mess, she knew Hunter had a very tight income, and she was sorry she had caused the setback by letting her mouth slip. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, I'll clean it, then I'll buy you a knew one, it will be ok. I'll just get a rag…" Hunter cut her off. "It's fine. What did you say?"
Sam looked at him in utter horror. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about my past it's a mood crasher…"
"No. What did you just say? When I last saw you, you didn't know who your mother was. What do you know Sam." Hunter said it so coldly; Sam immediately broke out into tears. Hunter softened his expression and relaxed his death-grip on the teakettle.
"I'm sorry Sammy. But really, this is important. Please tell me what you know." Hunter pleaded with her to stop crying, and lead her to a stool.
" I.. just…I didn't think it was such a big deal. My foster mom, she had all my real mom's stuff. She was just made to promise she wouldn't give it to me until my fourteenth birthday. I eve have some stuff of her sister's."
"Her SISTER!" Morgan gasped.
"What was her name!" Morgan yelped her eyes wide with anticipation and excitement.
"Her sister's name…umm…MAVE! That's what it was!" Sam cried, trying desperately to understand.
"Oh Hunter!" Was all Morgan could get out before she fainted and Hunter had to run and catch her before she hit the ground.
"Hunter! What's going on?" Sam practically screamed from fright as he scooped up Morgan and carried her to the living room.
"Sit down and I'll explain everything." Hunter said, and Sam sat obediently. "It all began many years ago, before you were born. There was a thing called a dark wave…"