A/n: This is "Save Me the Last Dance" on totally rewritten. Plus, this is only the introduction! Telling about Dannys life and The next chapter is about Sams life after high school, and coming to relize about her diesease, and yes Sam gets sick not Danny I hope you like this Its going to be better than the first try. ENJOY! Queen Ellie
"Spending Saturdays with Sam"
Chapter One: Danny's Intro
It is the late spring of 2009, a hot, sticky Saturady afternoon. Hundreds of us sit together, side by side, in rows of wooden folding chairs on the main campus lawn. We wear silver nylon robes. We listen impationally to long speeches. When the ceremony is over we throw our caps in the air and we are offically graduated from Casper High School. For many of us, the curtain has just come down on childhood.
Afterward, I find Samantha Manson, my best friend. She was going off to Harvard and I was going to UGA in Georgia. She asks if we'll stay in touch, and I says yes. I step back and sees that she is crying...
At this point, I should explain what happened to me since that summer day when I last hugged my best friend, and promised to keep in touch.
We did not keep in touch.
In fact, I lost contact with most of the people I knew in high school, including my other best friend, Tucker. The years after graduation hardened me into someone quite different from the strutting graduate who left the campus that day headed for Georgia, ready to offer the world his talent.
The worlds, I discovered, was not all that interested. I wondered around my earlier twentys, paying rent and reading classifieds and wondering why the lights were not turning green for me. Eventually at age 25, I got sick of all of this and got a job. I stoped renting and started buying. Eventually it payed off and I was the "rich guy" I always wanted to be, But I always thought something was missing.
As for Sam? I thought of her every now and then, and the times we spent together, but it was always in the distance. Because we did not keep in touch I did not know of her illness. The people who might have been able to tell me about it were long since forgotten, there phone numbers buried in some box in the attic.
It might have stayed that way, had I not been flicking through the TV channels late one night, When something cauight my ear...
"Who is Sam Manson?"
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Next Chapter: Sam's Intro
Sam's doctors guessed that she only had a couple of months, a year at the most.
She knew it was less.
But she would noe just sit back and wither, no my friend was not like that. "Do I wither up and disappear, or do I make the best of my time left?" She asked herself. She would not wither. She would not be ashamed of dying.
Instead, she was going to make dying he final project. She would walk that final line between life and death, and show the world.