Memories of a Thunderstorm

Author's Note: I like to make a point of never begging, but PLEASE, PLEASE, read and review. I would like to know if anyone is enjoying this story, so I know if I should continue with it. Even constructive criticism is welcome.

Samantha stood in front of her bedroom window, watching the downpour of rain. It had started raining soon after that humiliating scene in the kitchen. The sky was dark and menacing, much like Sam's mood. I can't believe I lost it like that. She kicked herself for her little Carrie scene downstairs. Sam suddenly heard a knock at the door, followed by a voice.

"Sam, let me in, it's Sarah."

"Sarah, you're supposed to motivate me to open the door," Sam yelled.

Sarah could see her sister's smirk even from outside the door, which drove her to fight back, in a matter of speaking. "Okay Sam, if you don't open up, I will find a way in. And when I do I will tie you down in the chair and force you to read my new novel."

Sam quickly opened the door , "Sarah, that's not punishment, that's pure torture." They both smiled at each other for the first time since Sarah had arrived.

Sarah looked around the room that had once been hers. It looked so different from the way Sarah had decorated it. All her posters were gone, with mostly bare walls, though there were a couple of Thomas Kinkaid prints hanging. There were trinkets and dust catchers where her stuffed animals used to be. All of Sam's books were mysteries rather than the fairytales Sarah had owned. Sarah noticed that a desk lamp, a photo of the family, and one of Cindy, was all that occupied her old vanity.

"So, what is everyone doing," Sam asked, interrupting the silence.

"Oh, there all down stairs in the living room visiting. I told them I was tired and that I needed a nap."

"Well, Sarah, the guest bedroom is down the hall, so what are you doing here," Sam asked, coldly.

"I don't get it Sam, what is with you? I know you and I have had our differences in the past, but you have never been this cruel," Sarah said, in a hurt voice.

"Oh, Sarah, I am sorry. I just feel really upset right now. The argument I had with Mom had me kinda on edge." Sam considered telling Sarah about her weird dream as well, but, for some reason, decided against it.

"You had an argument with Karen. So that is why you two have been acting so strange. Is there anything I can do," Sarah asked.

"Yes, there is, don't ask me what happened Sarah." Sarah noticed her sister's tone had gone from cold to pleading. Sarah looked into her sad eyes and grudgingly said, "Okay."

Sarah got up from the bed they had been sitting on and jumped when a clap of thunder sounded. Sarah suddenly giggled. "Sam, do you remember the last thunderstorm we went through together?"

Sam smiled, "Yeah, I do, and I bet Toby does too." Sam at the time, was thirteen. Sarah had come home to visit for a couple of weeks and that particular night they had all been left alone. Their parents had gone to a business dinner and wouldn't be home until late. Toby, being a typical, sixteen year old boy, decided to play a practical joke on the girls. The lights had gone out in the house and when a flash of lightening occurred, Toby jumped out at them in a ski mask. Of course, it scared the crap out of the girls, so they decided to get even. After everything had been set up the girls approached Toby while he was lighting some candles in the living room. "Toby, we don't think what you did was very funny," Sam had said, in a convincing tone.

"What, are you girls mad because I made you look like idiots." Sarah acted like she was going to respond when suddenly she let out a blood curdling scream. Sarah silently thanked her high school drama teacher for teaching her how to scream, effectively. Sam followed suit and Toby looked in the direction his sisters were looking, which was behind him. Toby saw a huge, wet, man in a hockey mask, holding an ax. Toby started screaming like a girl and dropped to his knees, begging for the lives of his sister and his own. The man took a step toward him and took off the mask revealing the face of their neighbor, Kyle Daniels.

Sarah, smiling triumphantly said, "Thank you Kyle, that was most effective."

"Anytime girls." He took one last look at Toby on the floor, who had an embarrassed look on his face. "And I do mean anytime," he said with a laugh. He jogged out the front door, trying to avoid being pelted by more rain.

Toby was obviously pissed, so Sam, unable to resist said,"Come on Toby, don't be mad because we made you look like an idiot." The girls laughed and walked off in search of more candles while Toby brushed himself off and started plotting a future practical joke.

"Yeah, I have never looked at a hockey mask the same way," Sam said, snapping them both back to the present.

"I am sure Toby hasn't either," Sarah replied mischievously.

"We have had some good times, haven't we," Sam said, surprising herself with her openness.

Noticing Sam's sudden discomfort Sarah started walking to the door.

"I better go take that nap." With that Sarah left the room, leaving Sam with her thoughts.

Another Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the movie: Carrie. Actually, I don't own a lot of things, dang it.

Midnight Lady: Wow, you are definitely a picky girl. Don't get upset because, I am glad you were so honest. Thank you for pointing out the paragraph errors. I didn't realize I wasn't supposed to have two people speaking in a paragraph. Since you pointed this out my story will be that much better. As far as Sam's character, I made her incomplete, so to speak, on purpose. Her character will broaden out as the story progresses. I can honestly say that even I am not too crazy about Sam right now.

Moonjava: Thank you once again for the encouraging review.