Hello Readers (if you exist),

I will be updating frequently in the beginning but then I will probably lose momentum. It's not something I do on purpose it's just something I often find happening. So hopefully that won't happen for a long time. Anyway here is chapter 1.

Disclaimer: My only possession in life is my Labradoodle Fluffernutter.

Freddie POV

We met in kindergarten and were instant friends we were inseparable. When I lost my dad and my mom went nuts she was there for me. I remember her saying "Wow, Freddie, if something like that happened to me I wouldn't be able to handle it" I told I knew that she could, she was the strongest person I knew, but not to worry 'cause nothing like that would happen to her. Her parents were the happiest people in the world, a picture perfect young couple with two beautiful blond hair blue girls and madly in love. But then IT happened; there was a crash, a bad crash. A truck driver ran a red light, Sam and Melanie weren't in the car thank God, but her parents were. Stan Puckett was in a coma and Pam had three cracked ribs a broken leg and a serious concussion. I remember when the call came, Sam and I were on the jungle gym, and our teacher came over. I could tell from her face that something bad had happened. She took Melanie and Sam away while trying not to cry, they didn't come back all day.

The next day at school they still weren't back and the teacher announced that their parents had been in a really bad accident. I felt so sad I actually got a migraine and had to go home. My mom was talking to herself about this new tick shampoo that did wonderful things, but I managed to convince her to bring me to the hospital. Sam and Melanie were sitting with Grandma Puckett crying when Sam saw me she ran up and gave me the biggest hug I have ever gotten thus far in life.

"Mommy is all broken and Daddy is sleeping and the doctors can't get him to wake up!"

"You mean…"

"No. They called it a combia or something.

"Coma" corrected Grandma Puckett

For the next month Sam stay with her grandma and I spent every minute I could with her, well every minute I wasn't with my mom, she wanted to do lots of stuff together now. When Mrs. Pam came home from the hospital she was different she had to take lots of pills and she was really cranky when she didn't get them. After three months in a coma Stan Puckett died. After that, things were different Sam was always was angry but I understood I felt like that when my dad died I just kept my feelings in. I let her be mean to me so she could feel better, but by the end of third grade it didn't get better, it got worse especially because I wasn't allowed over Sam house anymore. Because her Mom still took pills even though she didn't need them anymore, my mom called it a "Percocet addiction" but I didn't know what that meant. That summer she and Melanie went to stay with their aunt so her mom could "get her act together" I waited for her to come back at the airport but she walked right past me and to her mom who had sunglasses on and was cringing at any medium loud noise. Then I heard my mom and Sam's aunt talking I couldn't understand most of it, but I did manage to understand one thing. In an effort to hide her pain Sam had blocked large parts of her memory…like her dad…and me.