Chapter 8-Bedtime Wish
Later, Sam cooled down and got into her pajamas for the night, and was stroking Scrum's yellow hair when Jazz entered quietly. Both had a chance to cool off. "Hey," Jazz said, holding a plate with a slice of pizza on it. "I brought you some pizza, in case you were hungry," she said nicely, holding the pizza to Sam, who didn't look at her; she kept stroking Scrum's hair.
"We're a broken family, aren't we?" Sam asked gently.
"No," Jazz said quietly, putting the plate on Sam's side table, and knelt by Sam's bed. "Maybe, a little," Jazz looked down. "Maybe a lot. I shouldn't have yelled at you,"
"We're sisters," Sam reassured. "It's our job,"
"Yeah, well, from now on—"
"I like you better as a sister than a mom," Sam interrupted.
"Yeah?" Jazz asked, putting her elbows on Sam's bed.
"And you like be better as a sister than a rabbit, right?" Sam asked, then sniffled as she buried her head into Scrum's oversized one.
Jazz's heart melted. "Oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Yes," she said reassuringly, hugging Sam and climbing onto her bed. "Yes, I do,"
Sam took a deep, sniffly breath. "I hit Dash Baxter today,"
"You hit him?" Jazz asked, not really surprised.
"Before, I bit him," Sam confessed.
"You bit him. Sam, you shouldn't—" Jazz didn't expect this.
"People treat me different," Sam said, turning her head.
"They just don't know what to say," Jazz said, trying to make Sam feel better. "Tell you what. If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you. Except on special occasions,"
"Tuesdays and bank haul days would be good," Sam said truthfully.
Jazz laughed, and started to tickle Sam. "Yeah? Would that be good?" Both sisters laughed, then Sam jumped up and grabbed her camera.
"Oh! My camera's full again!" She said, and handed it to Jazz. She wanted her to print her pictures. Sam looked lovingly at pictures of fat people that crowded her wall. "Aren't they beautiful?" Jazz looked disapprovingly at them, but didn't have a chance to say anything; the lights went out, and were replaced by a glowing green glow from outside.
Sam jumped off her bed and ran to the window, to see a green glowing thing falling from the sky. "A falling star!" Sam cried, as Jazz caught up to her. Jazz tried to look closer; usually falling stars didn't look like that. Then it landed. "I call it!" Sam cried, pushing Jazz out of her room. "Get out! Get out; I have to make a wish!" They were nearly to the door. "Can't you go any faster?"
"Oh, no! Gravity is increasing on me!" Jazz cried, falling on top of Sam.
"No it's not!"
"Is too, Sam, the same thing happened yesterday," Jazz said, then fell completely on top of Sam.
"Get up sister; your butt is CRUSHING ME!" Sam yelled as she crawled out from under her sister. "Why do you act so weird?" Sam asked, and slammed the door. It hit Jazz on the head. Jazz sat up and quietly peeked in the door. Sam was kneeling by her bed, her hands folded as if she were saying a prayer. "It's me again," Sam said gently. "I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won't run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have,"
Jazz's heart melted again. She knew now that Sam wanted a nice friend; not the kids at her hula class. She decided that the next morning, she would take Sam to pick out a new friend.