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I had to admit I was pretty hungry. I mean come one, not eating for five days. It kind of makes you weak, you know? I probably looked stupid shoving food into my mouth, but that didn't stop me from doing so. I could hear someone laughing and looked up at Spot.

"Starvin?" He asked. I swallowed my food and replied,

"Well, you would too if you hadn't eaten for five days!" Spot put his hands up as to defend himself,

"Okay, okay, just askin." I looked away and continued to scarf down the rest of my food, but I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked back up to find Spot deep in a conversation with one of his newsies, ignoring me completely. Well, if he was preoccupied, then who was my stalker? I felt a bit uneasy, so I let my eyes wonder around the restaurant to see if I could find the person staring. Nobody. Everyone seemed to be busy with something more important than to be staring at me.

I turned back around and stared at my empty plate. Spot glanced at me,

"Still hungry?" He asked. I shook my head,

"No." He shrugged as the newsy left.

"So, who was that guy? The one in all black?" I asked. Spot looked as if he were deep in thought, then responded,

"I guess I can trust ya. He's one of me spies." I tilted my head,

"What do you need spies for?" He laughed,

"You'd be surprised."

He took a sip of his drink and put a handful of coins out onto the table. He slowly counted them,

"Gees, yer expensive," he told me. I then felt guilty.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let you pay anyway. I'll pay you back, I prom-"

"Its okay, its okay. I was jus' kiddin," he laughed. I sighed,

"Oh." He rolled his eyes and rose from the table, gesturing for me to follow.

"So, ya don't know how t'swim?" Spot asked me as we began our walk to wherever it was we were going. I blushed from embarrassment,

"I tried to learn when I was eleven, but water just scares me."

"Why?" Spot asked. I turned away and didn't respond at first. He proceeded to wave his hand in front of my face,

"Hello?"

"Sorry. I-I just don't like it." It was the truth, I didn't like it.

"Care to tell me why?" I drew in a deep breathe,

"Because when I was seven, when my mother was still living, my sister who was twelve at the time drowned." I looked away.

"And I couldn't do a thing about it. I was afraid to jump in after her because I didn't know how to swim. I reached over to grab her hand but she was gone, underwater. Then I tried calling for help but nobody was there and I was only seven and I didn't know what to do and-"I stopped. Spot must've thought I had lost my mind since I said the whole thing in a fast and nervous voice. But I didn't stop because of that. There was a little girl singing a cute little tune as she skipped along side of her older sister, her hand safely in hers.

Flashback

I watched my sister Sam jump into the lake, and rise back up. She smiled up at me and waved.

"Hey there, Sagie," she chanted. I squatted down,

"When can I learn to swim Sammy?" I asked. My sister smiled,

"Soon. Right now you're much too young and mother would spank me if I let you into the water." I sighed sadly and proceeded to throw rocks into the lake. Sam rose from the water and began to jump back in, screaming as she did so. I watched her closely.

Her foot came in contact with something slippery, causing her to fall backwards and hitting her head on the side of the dock. Her body gradually fell into the water, a trail of blood following after. Bubbles rose to the surface.

"Sammy?" I said. I screamed as my sister's hand popped out of the water, and by reflex I leaned over the edge to try and grab it. Our fingers touched but the slipperiness caused me to let go. I stepped back and watched.

"Sammy, please come back up. I'm scared," I called out. I saw my sister's body rise to the surface, but only her back was showing. She's drowning!

I turned towards our house and ran, screaming to the top of my lungs.

"Mommy! Mommy! Help, help Sam. She's drowning! Mommy!"

Everything went in slow motion. My father ran out of the house to see what his youngest daughter was yelling about. Sobbing, I told him about Sam and he sprinted off towards the lake. Like I said, everything went in slow motion.

My father jumped into the lake and pulled Sam up to the dock and began to breathe into her mouth, pumping her stomach. I sat down on the ground and wrapped my arms around my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Mother soon ran out and screamed at the sight of her oldest daughter. The last thing I remembered was my father picking me up and carrying me into the house.

Spot waved his hand in front of my face. I blinked my eyes and held back my tears.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked. I rubbed my eyes and pushed passed him. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. My legs would only allow me to walk. I ran a hand through my hair and watched the sisters walk by me, smiling lovingly at each other.

Don't break down…don't break down…don't…break…down...Don- Tears began to stream down my face. I couldn't see from the blurriness, and people's voices faded in and out. I could hear Spot talking, but I couldn't make out the words. Something about everything being okay and I think he said that I could stay with the newsies for as long as I wanted.

Pity. He was pitying me. I shook my head vigorously and shoved him away. I then began to push people out of my way and walked towards a building that read: "Newsboys Lodging House." I pulled open the door and went inside, running up to the girl's room. I didn't want to cry in front of Spot, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that Samantha had to die! It should've been me other than her…it should've been me.

I lay on the bed and wiped away my tears. I had to be strong. It hurt to know that my father used to be a kind man, until he became an alcoholic. If only our family could be happy again, and mother and Sam could be alive. I heard a soft knock at the door. I kept my back turned and ignored it. The person must've got the message because they soon gave up and left.

For once in my life I wish I could be normal. Normal! Do you hear that God? I wish to be normal! I heard that you would grant wishes to people if they really needed them, and I really need this one. I don't know if you're angry at me, or if you're busy, but I need you. I need mother, Sam, and even father. I need a Guardian Angel. I need to be set free from this nightmare. Why? Why did this have to happen to me?

Fate just sucks sometimes. Well, mine does. Is it my destiny to live like this? You just need to believe in yourself I thought in my head.

"But what do I do…?"