Disclaimer: I don't own them. But my family owns the television set that the Fright Before Christmas just aired on. I love it it was so funny.
Another note. I wrote my stories on the WordPad, and since my computer is a Gateway I cannot download anything onto it, but I know that since I type fast my grammer gets messy and I have madd mistakes such as spelling n such. Does anyone know of something FREE that I can download into my computer that can run through story and correct the mistakes. Pls drop me a private message or something like that to inform me how to get something like that.
On with the story!
Leaving the room she closed the door behind herself because if her three cousins ran upstairs and saw that her door was open, and they saw that she had all these "interesting things" around they would definantly try to go in and mess her room up. They would definantly break something, so that was why she closed the door.
Walking downstairs she tried to slip past them all in the hopes of not being seen but that was impossible in the eyes of the adults. And her image, according to them would darken any room, and even though she liked it they didn't.
Spotting her first was the littlest boy of all. He looked nothing at all like Sam, but more like the adults. Dressed in a creme color sweatervest, and khaki pants he had blonde hair and pale skin. He ran straight to her shouting, "Sammy!!"
To late now, she thought and stood on the last two steps and glanced down at the little boy who ran right up to her and hugged her legs since he couldn't reach her neck.
Patting him on the head she walked past him to the front door. She opened the door and grabbed her bookbag which was leaning against the door, closed the door and headed back to the stairs and up them.
"Hi Samantha," her aunt, the uncanny resemblence of her mother said sitting on the couch next to her drinking tea.
Sam bit down on the inside of her lips and standing in place turned to them with a fake smile on her face, she managed to get out a simple low, "Hi," and began walking up the steps again.
"Wait," the aunt called out and halfway up the steps she stopped but didn't turn around.
"I see you still have no color in your wardrobe," the aunt said.
I see you still have fake teeth, Sam thought but wouldn't say outloud. If she were to say it outloud then she would defiently get smacked in the face. Instead she said a simple, "Yes I do," and took two more steps before she was interupted again.
"I have this beautiful pink lace dress that she will just not wear," her mother said.
If Sam did not go upstairs at the moment, the scene would play out like this:
Her mother would start off with "I have this pink dress I want you to wear. You'll feel wonderful, you'll feel pretty you'll be a wonderful example to your friends.
Then Sam would say no thats not me, and they would exchange a few words and Sam would storm up to her room, slam the door and sit against it.
This time she didn't want to go through all that so she just ignored them and walked the rest of the steps to her door.
"Young lady you come here this instant and stop being so rude this instant," her mother shouted. Sam went against it though and opened her door going in and slamming the door closed.
In the next ten minutes her mother came upstairs and yelled at her, and because of her out-of-control mouth her mother smacked her across the face and told her that if she didn't get her act together by the next day she would soon find out. Then her mother was the one who this time slammed the door.
Grabbing the closest thing to her, her boot she chucked it at the closed door.
She was mad, but she would not cry. This always happened so why would this time be any different? Wanting to scream she wouldn't. Lets face it, she couldn't do anything at the moment except go to bed.
Walking over to her bed she had forgotten that her laptop was still on and she had a new message. Hoping that it would be Danny she layed down on her bed and looked to the screen.
Disappointed she saw that the message wasn't from him, but from her Service Provider informing her to update her software to the latest version.
Not even turning off the computer, or closing the screen down she put it on the floor and layed her head down on her arms. In a matter of minutes she was out. Maybe the next day would be better.