"Samara, honey. We have to buy you knew clothes for school," Samara's mom Anna called from down the hall. Samara was sitting on the couch in the living room contently playing Soul Calibur2 on her Gamecube. She paid no attention.

"Samara?" Anna called again.

"What?" Samara asked rather loudly in a very whiney tone. She didn't look away from the screen.

"We have to go clothes shopping."

Samara winced as her character on the video game gote KOed, and the words GAME OVER flashed in big red letters on the screen. She swore loudly, and threw the conroller on the ground.

"Samara?"

"WHAT!"

"Get dressed properly so we can go to the mall."

Samara started towards the kitchen. "What's wrong with the way I'm dressed now?" Samara asked as she practically tripped over the huge white nightgown she was wearing.

"Samara, I want you to listen to me," her mother said, in a rather annoyed tone.

"No, you listen to me."

Anna sighed. "Samara, if you go and get dressed for me, I'll buy you an ice cream cone-"

Like a dash of cold light Samara torpedoed out of the house and towards the barn, where she lived because of her "stupid selfish useless daddy". Samara would do anything for ice cream, especially the mint kind with pieces of oreo on it. In two minutes she was dressed and in the car. She began honking the horn loudly.

"C'mon, let's go, people!" she shouted.

Anna calmly walked into the the garage where Samara was waiting so patiently. "Oh, you got dressed! Good girl." Anna got into the car. "Samara, you can't sit in the front. You know that."

Samara didn't move.

"Samara, go sit in the back."

Samara didn't move.

Anna gave up and backed the car out of the opened garage. Samara immediantly turned on the radio full blast. "YEAH! Woo...swing it over here, mista DJ..."

"SAMARA, PLEASE!" Anna shouted, though she could hardly hear herself talk.

"AND WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU!"

Anna turned off the radio.

"Hey!" Samara pouted. "I love that song." She turned the radio back on. "I SHAKE IT LIKE JELLO MAKE DA BOYS SAY HELLO-" The radio was once again tuned off. By now they were half way to the mall.

"Why you always gotta ruin all the fun?"

Anna sighed. "Two reasons. One: you're off key. And two: It's too loud. Now do you want that ice cream or not?"

Soon, the Morgan's car backed up into the mall parking lot. It was very busy that day so they had to park real far from the mall. Anna got out of the car and opened the other door for Samara.

"So, where's the mall?" Samara asked dully.

"We just had to park kind of far from it, honey," Anna said.

Samara sighed a humongous sigh as if Anna was asking her to hike to Mt. Rushmore. The two of them started up towards the mall.

"Oh, it's sooo HOT!" Samara exclaimed.

Anna and Samara coninued walking. After about ten seconds, Samara began to slow down. "So...hot...can't... go on... much...longer..."

Anna rolled her eyes. "Come on, Samara, we're almost there."

There was just one road to cross before the two girls reached the mall. They had begun to cross it when suddenly, Samara collapsed right in the middle of it! Cars began to honk and people were yelling at them to move it.

"So...hot...can't go on..."

"Samara, it's the middle of winter!" Anna cried as she struggled to get Samara to her feet. Finally, Anna had to cary her on her shoulders the rest of the way.

As they finally made it across the road, a rather fat man called out, "You need to take better care of your kid!"

"Yeah, and you call yourself a mother!" Samara added with an angry frown.

"Samara, how could you do something so dangerous!" Anna cried out in exasperation, ignoring Samara's comment.

"Sheesh. I was just playing around-"

"You could've died!" Anna let Samara off her shoulders. "That's it. I've had about enough of you. One more stunt like that and you won't get your ice cream."

"But-"

"That's final."

Samara folded her arms and pouted. The two of them stiffly walked into the mall, as Samara muttered under her breath, "She doesn't know..."

There. I hoped you like it. I know it's real short, but I wanna get some reviews before I do the second chapter. Maybe five. Please, when you're reviewing don't say anything too mean. 'Cause, if you didn't like it, you don't have to read anymore. I do not own The Ring or 1,2,Step. Or Soul Calibar 1 or 2. Please do not sue. I am 12 years old for jeez sakes. And one more thing...this is not a serious kinda story. It's a humor. Okay. I'm done.

-Birdiaction (A.K.A. Miss Kate)

p.s. maybe now you know why anna morgan went loco. what a brat that samara was!