TITLE: Hero's

AUTHOR: MonikaLou.

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CHAPTER 4: SUBMITTING HIS PIECE

Sam sat at his desk. As usual, Lachlan sat on one side, Sarah on the other.
Miss Roberts stood at the front of the class, hands on hips.
Her eyes met Sam's and she called out, "Samuel? Are you finished?"

Sam nodded and pulled himself to his feet, under the weary eye of his classmates. Sometimes he felt out of place, knowing about all the demons that were out there, all the evil, twisted horrors that people saw in their worst nightmares. But this was all real, and sometimes Sam didn't want to know about them. But he did. It was just the way things were.

When he reached the desk of Miss Roberts, he placed his sheet of paper down on her folder. He winked at him and he smiled, before walking back t his seat. And at that moment, he wanted to run back to the desk, wrench his paper off the folder and eat it. He didn't want to share his deepest feelings that he harbored for Dean with a school teacher. But he had no choice. It was all that he could think of to write.

And so, with a heavy heart, he sat back down in his seat and focused on the book that they were meant to be reading. Sam had read the book before. It was called "The Outsiders." Written by an 18 year old girl. It was sad, but a very good story. He was up to page 72 when he heard his name being called out.

"Sam?"

Miss Roberts was holding his paper in her hand. She had a frown on her face and she looked at him with suspicion.

"Samuel, did you write this?" She asked, handing him his sheet of paper.

For a second, he had a heart attack because he thought Dean may have written rude words all over the page, but no, it was his writing, and his writing only.

Looking down, he read what he had written.

I tried to define what a hero was. I did not come up with much. What I do know is that a hero is someone who is always there to save you, to save the day, to pick you up when you have no chance of making it up by yourself. I define a hero as someone you aspire to be, someone you look up to. Well, my hero has been in my life since the beginning and only noticed he existed last night at 10:47PM. He has always been there for me, like a real hero should. Has always saved the day. And always will continue to save the day. If my hero saw me writing this, he would laugh and tell me to grow up, but deep inside he would remember that it was he who told me that your are only young once, and that I should make the most of it.
My hero is laying in the bed next to mine. He is sleeping. He is breathing. He looks like an ordinary person. He has two arms, two legs, one head and although I like to think and say otherwise, he has a brain. But what sets him apart is his heart.

My hero saves people. My hero has a job to do, it has been passed down from my father. It is a very solitary job. You have hardly any friends. People that have this job walk a very lonely road. They walk by themselves, and although my hero likes to say he is not afraid to be alone, I know different. I know he doesn't like to be alone, I know lots of things. I know that he is only following orders, but he doesn't deserve the job that he has been given. My hero is only 16, too young for the world to be dependent on. He is too young to be a soldier. And he is fighting in a war that has been raging for centuries. A war that only few people know of.

A war that will change the world.

And so, if my hero ever reads these words, let him know that I will be the first to say thankyou.
Thankyou that you pulled me out of that fire all those years ago. Thankyou for looking after me. Thankyou for being my father, even though your are only 4 years older than me.
For a example of what I define as a hero, look no further than my brother, Dean.

Sam looked up at Miss Roberts, confused.
She had raised her eyebrows, and said, "You wrote this?"

Sam nodded, frowning. "Yes, Mam."

Miss Roberts cocked her head. "Are you sure you wrote this? Is it your brothers writing?"

"No Mam. That is my hand writing." Sam said, handing back the sheet of paper.

Miss Roberts smiled, looking at the sheet of paper. "Then, Samuel, this is very well written."
Sam didn't know what to say, so he kept quiet.

Miss Roberts continued. "So, may I enter this into a competition?"

Sam looked at Miss Roberts. Then he said simply, "No, Mam. I don't think I want it to be entered into a competition."

Miss Roberts frowned. "But, Samuel, this is a wonderful piece of writing, I really must insist-"
Sam shook his head. "Thankyou, Mam, the opportunity, but I don't want my writing to be put in a book. I would like to keep it close to my heart, so that when the time is right, I will be able to show it to the world."

"And now is no the time?" Miss Roberts asked, handing Sam back his sheet after she had written a big A+ on the left hand corner.

"Now is not the time." Sam said with a small smile, and with a nod from his teacher, went and sat back down in his seat.

And as Sam opened his book up to page 72, he grinned to himself, knowing that he never would get the chance anytime soon to share what he had written. But, strangely, he didn't really care. Dean already knew that he was Sam's hero, and Sam would be ready for a time when Dean doubted himself, doubted whether or not he was worthy to walk the earth, that Sam would then show his older brother just what he meant to him.

-FINIS-

OK! Finally done!! Well, hope you guys enjoyed reading that little story I wrote. Please, please, please review! Well, I can't force you to, but hey. All you do is click down the bottom of the page 'review' and type! It's not that hard! I could do it and it takes me 5 minutes to write a simple text message! Ok. Well, enjoy your day!!!

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MonikaLou