Sucess Story
Chapter 11
"Hey, you! Yeah, you! Can I have your autograph?" A random guy and his two buddies came running up towards Sami, Keith, and Paul.
"Um...sure. How do you know us?" Paul asked.
"Not you, you freckled face freak, her." the skinny one said, pointing to Sami.
"Me? Oh, by the way, don't call him that ever again or I will be forced to kick your fucking ass." She smiled after she said that.
"Oh, sorry, Miss Margera. You are Sami Margera, right?" he asked.
"Yup, so you want my autograph, huh?" The skinny one nodded. "You guys can go on, I'll catch up."
"Are you sure? Gay St. is pretty dangerous and most people here know you and don't like where you come from so, well you know." Keith said. He wanted her to be safe.
"No, I'm fine. You two go on." she said, pushing them in the direction of the house.
"Okay, we'll see you in a few." Paul said, waving. The two walked down the hill and into West Chester.
Sami turned back to the fans. They were now holding up pictures of her and her dad. They were jumping up and down. They looked about 12 or 13 years old. She remembered back when she was that old...back when Ava's death was still fresh in her mind.
"Okay, you first. What's your name?" she asked the skinny one, shaking the thoughts of her dead cousin away.
"I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Scheomehl."(shey-muhl) he said. Sami signed his picture then moved onto the one with a buzz cut.
"And you are?" she asked him.
"I'm Matt." he said. She made one out to Matt. Then she turned to the last one.
"Hey, you look familiar." she said.
"I'm Kyle. Kyle Novak." he said. "You probably know my uncle. Brandon Novak, right? He lives with your dad."
"Yeah. Glad to meet you. Does Novak know you're here?"
"Nah, I was hoping to surprise him. I'm glad to meet you. Can you do me a big favor and take me to see him?" he asked.
"Sure, why not? You promise not to spread where I live to people?"
"Boy Scouts honor." the three of them said, grinning.
"Well, how about, I meet you back here at, oh let's say 4:30PM. I'll take you to my house. I just have to ask my dad first. You three look trustworthy so I'm sure it'll be no problem."
"Cool, okay, we'll see ya." Jimmy said, leading his friends up the road. Sami walked in the opposite direction toward her house.
When she got home, she saw a taxi in her driveway. A gothic woman with dark hair got out. She smiled when she realized who it was.