ITIOTIC DEEDS

--CHAPTER 1--

Samara jumped up and down on her bed, singing along to her new Green Day CD, which was playing full blast. Well, she was kind of singing along. See, she kind of didn't know all the words.

"HMMM...BLAH BLAH...THE REST OF OUR LIVES...ON--"

"SAMARA!" Richard Morgan yelled as he opened the door and walked into Samara's room.

Samara turned off her CD player. "No, that's not how it goes," she informed her father. "It goes 'on holiday,' not 'on Samara.' That doesn't even sound right, if you know what I mean--"

"--SAMARA! It is one o' clock in the morning, and us normal people are trying to sleep!" her father yelled. "Now go find something a little less noisy to do, will you?"

Samara pouted. "Fine, you stick in the sand. But when I'm rich and famous for having the most beautiful hair in the world, you'll be sorry."

"Just stay out of trouble for once in your pathetic messed up life?" Richard said, and he left Samara's room.

"...He's gone," Samara whispered. "I can do anything I want. I can kill horses. I can make pictures with my mind. I can clog the toilet with left over turkey."

Slowly and quietly, Samara tiptoed out of her room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Once she was there, she opened the fridge. "Let's see. Nope. Nothing good here." As Samara shut the fridge, she noticed some small containers on top of it. They were medicine containers. Samara reached up and grabbed them.

"Zytorin, anti-depression...COOL!" Samara opened the "kid safe" container and stuffed some pills in her mouth. Seconds later she was spitting them on the ground. "BLAH! How does she eat this stuff?" Samara said, gagging. "The character on the comercial didn't look like he was going to barf when he took this."

Samara looked at the other containers. There were a couple more of her mom's stuff, and...

"...Weight loss pills?" Samara opened the weight loss container and popped two pills in her mouth. "Hmmm...not as bad as the depression stuff. But I can see why dad lies about taking these."

Once Samara had returned the medicine containers to the top of the fridge, she decided to go look for something to do in her parents' room.

Samara walked down the hall and up the stairs to their bedroom door and opened it very carefully. It creaked a little, but Richard was snoring so loudly that it could hardly be noticed. Both of Samara's parents were sleeping soundly, and so she decided it was safe to have a look around.

First she checked out the closet. There wasn't much to see. Just some old boxes, cobwebs, and, obviously, clothes. Plus it didn't smell to great in there. Next Samara looked under the bed. It was pretty boaring, too. There wasn't anything under it except a stale apple core.

Last Samara decided to check out the dresser. On top of it were all kinds of neat things. There were little clay figurines, all sorts of neat pens, a whole lot of weird coins, and...

"Woah," Samara whispered. "Mom's necklace."

It was sitting right there. Right there in the middle of all the coins and figurines. Like it was just begging Samara to grab it. Like it were saying, "Samara! Take me! Pick me up! SAMARA!" But Samara knew how much trouble she'd be in if her mom found out she took it. That was her favorite necklace. She was always wearing it. But, Samara thought, how would she ever possibly know? It'd be back before she even gets up!

"No," Samara whispered. "No. I'm not gonna take it...no...no, I--I won't...I...okay, maybe just for a second!" Samara grabbed the necklace and stared at the glimmering black jewel in the center. Then she put it around her neck. "It's soooo pretty!" Samara yelled.

Samara's parents started to move. Samara clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oops," she whispered. Luckily, neither of her parents woke up. So Samara tiptoed out of their room.

Once she was out Samara seated herself in the hall. "Hello, little necklace! What sort of fun things should we do? I know...I'll make prank phone calls--wearing the necklace! Then I'll play video games--wearing the necklace! And then I'll eat cake--WEARING THE NECKLACE! Oh this is going to be so great--"

Just then Samara heard noises coming from her parents' room, followed by muffled voices.

"Richard, did you hear something?" Samara heard her mother ask.

"Shut up and go to sleep," Richard answered dully.

"But I'm sure I heard something. I'm going to go investigate."

Samara's eyebrows shot up. "Oh no! What if she sees me wearing her precious necklace? I've got to hide!"

Samara ran into the bathroom and into the bathtub. "She'll never find me in here!" Samara whispered. "She knows I hate water!" Samara listened for her mother's foot steps. She heard her walking down the hall and down the stairs. A few minutes later, Anna came back up the stairs and went back into her bedroom.

"Yesssss!" Samara whispered. "Now I can get out of here and have fun with the pretty necklace." But, as Samara ran to get out, she slipped on the floor of the bathtub and fell right on her head. "Owwww..." Samara groaned. "It's a good thing I didn't crack my head opened, or Mom would find my dead corpse wearing her necklace! Wait...the necklace! Where did it--"

Samara froze. There, on the floor of the bathtub, was her mom's necklace. But there was no black jewel in the middle. The jewel had cracked into a million tiny peices, which were now scattered all over the bathtub. Which meant no prank phone calls. No video games. No cake. And probably no leaving the house for the rest of her life.

Don't miss more of Samara's idiotic deeds in chapter two!

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