When Wednesday morning approached, Sam had every intention of sleeping in. She didn't have plans and work wasn't until three, so she was looking forward to a peaceful slumber. Unfortunately, her mother decided to wake her up by pulling the curtains apart and exposing the blinding sun right onto Sam's face.
"It's time to rise and shine, Samantha!" Pam said cheerfully.
"Are you kidding me?" Sam croaked out, placing a pillow over her head to keep the sun out of her eyes.
"You're not sleeping the entire day away. Come downstairs and join your father and me in the kitchen." Pam continued, snatching the pillow away from Sam as she passed by her bed. She groaned as her mother left her room before staring at the ceiling in agitation. She didn't understand how she came from such peppy, positive parents. In comparison to them, she was the exact opposite in every way. If she didn't know any better she would assume she was adopted, but that wasn't the case.
Eventually, Sam was able to drag herself out of bed and into the shower. It only took her twenty minutes to finish her morning routine and reluctantly climbed the stairs down to the kitchen. Her father was at the table reading the newspaper while her mother prepared him eggs at the stove. Sam joined her father who looked up momentarily from the paper to acknowledge her.
"So, Sam, how was your first day at work? You haven't mentioned anything about it at all." Pam asked her.
"It was fine." She responded, even though she had a lot of questions about the Fentons. On second thought, she could just ask her parents. They've been going to the same country club together for years. In fact, her parents are the reason she was hired. Maddie mentioned to Pam that she was thinking of hiring a housekeeper because she wanted to focus on inventing more, and Pam suggested Sam. "How do you like the Fentons, Mom?" She asked her.
"They're just the sweetest, don't you think? And they protect us from those horrid ghosts." Pam answered.
"Barely." Jeremy snorted, causing Pam to shoot him a disapproving look.
"Do you see anyone else doing anything about it?" She asked, but the only answer she got was silence. "Exactly. They may not be able to catch any, but at least they keep them away."
"Have you met their kids?" Sam continued, breaking up her parents' glaring contest.
"We only met the daughter. Jasmine, I think." Jeremy answered. "She's been to the club a few times."
"What about Danny?"
"We never met him. Jack and Maddie don't like him leaving the house ever since the accident."
"Which was...?" Sam tried to ask, but Pam turned around and set Jeremy's plate in front of him and joined them at the table with a plate for herself.
"That's what you really want to know about, isn't it?" Pam asked, causing Sam to nod in response. "Unfortunately, we don't know much about it either. It's not really our place to ask." Sam shrunk back in her chair in defeat; that certainly wasn't the answer she wanted.
"Why don't you worry about yourself? Like where you're going to go to college." Jeremy interjected, causing Sam to roll her eyes.
"I don't know what I want to do yet, Dad."
"Sam, you're nineteen. It's time you start figuring your life out."
"I will! Just let me work and save up money for now. I'll figure everything out eventually."
"You could always go into business," Pam added, but Sam only shook her head.
"You know I'm not interested in business, Mom. I'm not going to do it just because you guys do."
"You have to do something, Samantha," Jeremy said, causing Sam to look at him. "Find something, commit, then apply to schools."
"Sure," Sam said dismissively as she got up from the table. "I'll look into that now." She quickly ran back upstairs, but not to look up colleges. She went into her room and sat at her computer desk, using her laptop to try to get answers on the Fentons, but to no prevail. She sighed and crossed her arms as she sat back in her chair. It looked like she would have to do things her own way if she wanted any sort of answer.
A couple of hours later, Sam found herself back at Fenton Works for her shift. She already finished everything downstairs and started to make her way to the second floor when she noticed a green light pooling out from underneath Danny's door. Finding it odd, she slowly got closer, trying not to make any noise. She put her ear up to the door, but like last time, all she heard was silence. She assumed the light was coming from a television or something to that nature, so she shrugged it off. As she turned away, she came to a sudden stop. She looked around the hall, making sure there were no signs of Jack and Maddie before turning back to Danny's door. The least she could do was let him know that she was always here to talk to. She lightly knocked on his door and as soon as she did, the green light seemed to vanish.
"Danny? My name's Sam. I'm the housekeeper your parents hired." She told him. There was no answer or movement for that matter, but she kept going. "I just wanted to say that whatever happened to you, I'm sure I can handle it. You don't have to be alone all the time." She sighed and leaned her forehead against the door. "It really sucks to be alone." She said that part mostly to herself. Being an only child to parents that were barely home really left her lonely. She kept mostly to herself in high school as well, so she never really made any permanent friends. Forcing herself out of her thoughts, she lifted up her forehead and took a small step back.
"I won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do. If you want to talk, I'm always here." She finished saying before turning around and heading to Maddie and Jack's bedroom. She hoped that Danny would be able to open up to her eventually and know she only had good intentions at heart. While she was vacuuming the rug, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. She expected to see Jack or Maddie, but when she turned around there wasn't anyone there at all. She just shrugged it off, assuming she was just being paranoid and went back to work.
At the end of the night, Sam found herself collapsing onto her bed. She didn't realize how exhausting housekeeping could be. Although tired, her inner thoughts were keeping her up. She hoped Danny didn't think she was trying to intrude on his personal life. All she wanted was to be his friend and be there for him, even if it took some time. She sighed before leaning over and turning off her lamp, letting the darkness consume her.
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