In The Best Interest, "Roger"
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Samuel and his parents drove to the huge brick house that Roger lived in. Sam stared at the house. It seemed like a dream house. In the back was a white, picket fence that kept the dog back. THere was a playground type- thing, and a bunch of toys, including a few bikes.
Sam walked up to the house after telling his parents that he wanted to do it alone. He knocked on the door. A woman answered the door. SHe wasn't skinny, but a klittle plump with frizzy blonde hair, blue eyes and a warm, inviting smile.
"Simuel! Oh my gosh..." she said, her eyes filling with tears. She pulled him close, much to Sam's surprise. He lived in a big city, and no one cared who the heck you were. In this smalltown in Maine, everyone knew who he was, and he hadn't seen them in almost ten years.
"It-it's Sam," he mumbled into her hair. She pulled him apart and nodded. "Of course...You must be so upset, Sam." she noted thoughtfully. He nodded. "Well, Roger is out in the back, with his sister and brother, Rachel and Rich'rd, 2 and 15." she explained and guided Sam to the backyard.
For a few moments he soaked in the scene. It was behind a screen door, but he could see the three perfectly, and could easily pick our Roger. Rachel and Rich'rd had dark brown hair, and were deeply tanned. Roger looked like him. He had a permanent sarcastic sneer, although it wasn't MEAN, and he had straight blonde hair and was fair like Sam.
Sam hadn't moved or made any noise, but for some reason Roger stopped in his tracks. Rich'rd gave him a weird look and kept playing. Roger then turned around and dropped the soda he was holding at the sight of Sam.
Sam stepped outside, and walked slowly to where Roger stood. "Are you Sim?" Roger asked quietly. "S-Sam..." Sam mumbled an answer.
"Our mom killed everyone else..." Roger said bitterly, being real straightforward. "I know," Sam snapped. "I was just telling...I didn't know if Mr. Wayne had told you." "I saw the house."
"I go there sometimes. And to their graves."
Sam looked at him curiously. "My mom said I could show you. You can ride Rich'rd's bike. It's a trick, BMX bike so you hafta be careful," Roger said.
They biked silently to the cemetary. "You don't seem to happy to meet me," Roger noted as they slowly walked to the lot. Sam was stunned for a second. "I, I. It's not that Roger. It's just, I was at this school and all of a sudden my parents pop up saying I'm adopted. This hasn't been my week." He explained. "WHat school?"
"I was a disturbed youth apparently so they sent me to this school in Canada." ROger stared at him. "You're kidding, right?" Sam shook his head.
Roger nodded and walked to the lot. Sam felt a weird peace go over him. He ran his hands over the tombstones, most so tiny. It had to be a big lot, with six kids, and you could tell that there were a few tiny caskets, because where the graves ended and more began was close.
Then he saw Timmy's. It had an Angel carved in it. "Why is Timmy's different?" Sam asked. "Timmy saved us." Roger explained in a quiet voice. "What are you talking about?" Sam demanded. "Timmy had been fighting. Screaming, kicking, everything. He scrreamed as loud that Mr. Wayne and another neigbor that has moved, Jane and Roy Mack and two others, ran here and found our mother just about to get into the closet to get us.
Roy and Jane were gonna adopt you. To keep you in this town forever." "I didn't know about any of these people. I've never lived here since...I was always in Pennsylvania or Canada."
Roger gave him a confused look. "Yeah you lived here. Your parents, the ones that adopted you, were the ones who found her about to kill you. You lived here until you were five. But everyone kept bringing up the murders around town, and they couldn't take it, so they took you, Max and your sister and left."
Sam didn't answer. "Do you come here often?" he asked. "Almost every day," Roger answered softly, "I knew about them since i was old enough to udnerstand. When you still lived here, we played together a lot. People tried to keep your parents from leaving, they said that we already lost everyone else..."
"Why didn't we stay together, or go to family members?" "We don't have any family members. And this is a smalltown, Sam. We're lucky we were adopted by people we knew. They were just gonna ship us to some orphanage in Virginia."
"We better get going," Sam commented. "I guess." Roger answered.
They biked back and Sam's parents were talking to Roger's. "Sam, we have to leave." his mom spoke up. Sam nodded. "I want to keep in touch with you, Sam. I don't want to..I don't want it to be like before, when we get seperated again. Deal?" Roger asked.
Sam smiled and nodded. "You're my little brother, I don't want to lose you again." he answered. They exchanged numbers and addresses.
"This was cool. I mean, I woulda preferred it to be more personal, and not under such sad things. And to be more like a reuinion instead of two friends meeting. But, it was cool all the same." Roger said as Sam got ready to leave. "Roger, I'll call you later. And when I go back to Horizon, I'll write you."
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**Hey! I'm gathering pictures of all the characters offline (the only real ones of real people that I know will be me and Riley, or ADAM( They links are either gonna be at the end or next chapter! Please review:) The faster you review the faster the chaps come!**
Samuel and his parents drove to the huge brick house that Roger lived in. Sam stared at the house. It seemed like a dream house. In the back was a white, picket fence that kept the dog back. THere was a playground type- thing, and a bunch of toys, including a few bikes.
Sam walked up to the house after telling his parents that he wanted to do it alone. He knocked on the door. A woman answered the door. SHe wasn't skinny, but a klittle plump with frizzy blonde hair, blue eyes and a warm, inviting smile.
"Simuel! Oh my gosh..." she said, her eyes filling with tears. She pulled him close, much to Sam's surprise. He lived in a big city, and no one cared who the heck you were. In this smalltown in Maine, everyone knew who he was, and he hadn't seen them in almost ten years.
"It-it's Sam," he mumbled into her hair. She pulled him apart and nodded. "Of course...You must be so upset, Sam." she noted thoughtfully. He nodded. "Well, Roger is out in the back, with his sister and brother, Rachel and Rich'rd, 2 and 15." she explained and guided Sam to the backyard.
For a few moments he soaked in the scene. It was behind a screen door, but he could see the three perfectly, and could easily pick our Roger. Rachel and Rich'rd had dark brown hair, and were deeply tanned. Roger looked like him. He had a permanent sarcastic sneer, although it wasn't MEAN, and he had straight blonde hair and was fair like Sam.
Sam hadn't moved or made any noise, but for some reason Roger stopped in his tracks. Rich'rd gave him a weird look and kept playing. Roger then turned around and dropped the soda he was holding at the sight of Sam.
Sam stepped outside, and walked slowly to where Roger stood. "Are you Sim?" Roger asked quietly. "S-Sam..." Sam mumbled an answer.
"Our mom killed everyone else..." Roger said bitterly, being real straightforward. "I know," Sam snapped. "I was just telling...I didn't know if Mr. Wayne had told you." "I saw the house."
"I go there sometimes. And to their graves."
Sam looked at him curiously. "My mom said I could show you. You can ride Rich'rd's bike. It's a trick, BMX bike so you hafta be careful," Roger said.
They biked silently to the cemetary. "You don't seem to happy to meet me," Roger noted as they slowly walked to the lot. Sam was stunned for a second. "I, I. It's not that Roger. It's just, I was at this school and all of a sudden my parents pop up saying I'm adopted. This hasn't been my week." He explained. "WHat school?"
"I was a disturbed youth apparently so they sent me to this school in Canada." ROger stared at him. "You're kidding, right?" Sam shook his head.
Roger nodded and walked to the lot. Sam felt a weird peace go over him. He ran his hands over the tombstones, most so tiny. It had to be a big lot, with six kids, and you could tell that there were a few tiny caskets, because where the graves ended and more began was close.
Then he saw Timmy's. It had an Angel carved in it. "Why is Timmy's different?" Sam asked. "Timmy saved us." Roger explained in a quiet voice. "What are you talking about?" Sam demanded. "Timmy had been fighting. Screaming, kicking, everything. He scrreamed as loud that Mr. Wayne and another neigbor that has moved, Jane and Roy Mack and two others, ran here and found our mother just about to get into the closet to get us.
Roy and Jane were gonna adopt you. To keep you in this town forever." "I didn't know about any of these people. I've never lived here since...I was always in Pennsylvania or Canada."
Roger gave him a confused look. "Yeah you lived here. Your parents, the ones that adopted you, were the ones who found her about to kill you. You lived here until you were five. But everyone kept bringing up the murders around town, and they couldn't take it, so they took you, Max and your sister and left."
Sam didn't answer. "Do you come here often?" he asked. "Almost every day," Roger answered softly, "I knew about them since i was old enough to udnerstand. When you still lived here, we played together a lot. People tried to keep your parents from leaving, they said that we already lost everyone else..."
"Why didn't we stay together, or go to family members?" "We don't have any family members. And this is a smalltown, Sam. We're lucky we were adopted by people we knew. They were just gonna ship us to some orphanage in Virginia."
"We better get going," Sam commented. "I guess." Roger answered.
They biked back and Sam's parents were talking to Roger's. "Sam, we have to leave." his mom spoke up. Sam nodded. "I want to keep in touch with you, Sam. I don't want to..I don't want it to be like before, when we get seperated again. Deal?" Roger asked.
Sam smiled and nodded. "You're my little brother, I don't want to lose you again." he answered. They exchanged numbers and addresses.
"This was cool. I mean, I woulda preferred it to be more personal, and not under such sad things. And to be more like a reuinion instead of two friends meeting. But, it was cool all the same." Roger said as Sam got ready to leave. "Roger, I'll call you later. And when I go back to Horizon, I'll write you."
**Okay I opened my fanfic site, and the Eminem story has opened. GO AND GIVE FEEDBACK! http://www.amazingly-dazed.net/inseperable . The layout is backstreet boys/aaron carter, but that's because that's the main fiction subject and because my friend/host Morgan's domain is an Aaron Carter and Nick Carter one,but she was nice enough to let him include other fiction, too. Gotta go, bye.**