Samerella
by All the charm in the bottle
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Sam Evans in the life of Cinderella.
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Chapter Five.
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"Sam could you help me dude with my costume?" asked Finn.
Sam nodded and tied the red sash around Finn's waist. Finn looked in the mirror, he looked weird, he was wearing a loose white skirt with the sleeves looked like it was slashed with a sword, there was a slashing detail from the collar to the middle of his chest and he was wearing black pants with brown pirate boots. He looked more like a pirate than the prince in The Little Mermaid.
"What do you think man, do I look like a prince?" he asked.
Sam was holding his laughter, "You look like something out of a a Disney movie alright".
Finn laughed and slapped the blonde boy's head, "Sorry dude".
"What are you wearing to the ball man?" he asked.
Sam looked at the floor, he hadn't really thought about buying a costume. Honestly, he wasn't even sure he'd go to the Halloween dance, but then chitty chitty bang bang happened. He had been really busy these past week, Sue was driving him nuts. And when Sue is nuts she made sure everyone is too. She was stressed that one of the workers at her restaurant quit and there were no replacement so she ordered Sam to work there after school until the late hours. By the time, he reached home he was too tired to shower.
"I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it. I guess I've been really busy with Sue and all, I forgot about it" said Sam.
Finn gave him a sympathetic smile.
"Hey man, I have a surprise for you. My uncle loves comic books and fiction stuff like you do and he was selling his stuff out. And he gave me this, but I don't know what to do with it, so I'm giving this to you" explained Finn.
Sam gave Finn a confused look. He watched as Finn took a black box from his drawer and showed it to Sam.
Finn laughed as he saw Sam's reaction, he was starring at the box with the Green Lantern logo on the top.
He lifted the top and his eyes bulged. Inside the box, was the Green Lantern's infamous dark green mask. Sam was speechless, he just stared at the mask in the box with mouth wide open.
"Thanks man!" thanked Sam.
The boys gave each other a quick hug, before parting away, "Hey man, I gotta leave and get Rachel She texted, the tail was irritating her" Finn mumbled before going out of the house.
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While walking back home with the Green Lantern box in his arms, Sam knew he had to keep the box away from prying eyes. That mask was a collector's item. He entered the home and was surprised to see Sue, sitting in her usual grand mahogany chair that resembled more like a throne than a chair in a living room. She had her arms crossed and she was wearing her dark blue track suit with neon stripes, which means it was her formal track suit.
"Hey little buddy, just got home?" asked Sue.
"Yeah, I was at Finn's" replied Sam.
She then stood up from her chair and was standing in front of him, her eyes were scanning him like a predator to a pray, "What do you have there in your hands buddy?" she asked, her voice was soft and venomous.
Sam gulped, "Nothing".
Sue then walked back to her seat and starred at his standing form.
"You know Sam. I am the judge for this Halloween ball. And my sons, are dressed up as those stupid marvel characters you so loyally buy each month. Sam your shift in Breadsticks starts in an hour, I want you to be there" she ordered.
Sam was surprised, he personally asked Sue if he could go take a day off and she agreed, now she's backing up from her words.
"You agreed, I get a day off today" spat Sam, his voice was rising.
Sue stood up and she had a smirk on her face, "Sam, Sam, do I hear a rise in your voice, have you grown a pair of balls now? You have a date for today? Who would want to date the lowest scums on the social scale, you're a sad orphaned boy Sam and sad dateless boys works at Breadsticks because today, those stupid high school students would be hungry after the dance and they would want to eat nice over priced food and that would mean more profits for me" explained Sue.
Sam felt his confidence went down the scale.
There was some truth in her words, he was the lowest in the social scale and who was he to go to the dance. Everyone had their costumes made a week before and he hadn't even thought of a costume.
"Do I smell sadness Lips? Well, now you can mop those lady tears with the new mop I ordered that illegal immigrant to buy" spat Sue.
She shot him an evil smirk before going to the door and slamming it shut.
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Sam felt his heart broke. Today was supposed to be the day he'd finally meet with her.
He felt tears in his eyes but he refused to cry because Sue hurt him earlier on. Sue was not worth his tears.
He got to his guitar that was left beside his bed untouched for days. One of the things his father left for him before he died. He felt angry at his father for leaving him with such a wicked person.
Before the late Mr. Evans passed on he collected many classic cars and instruments and claimed them as one of his prized collections. Sam remembers seeing the classic Mercedes Benz car being toiled away, and the music room in the house being torn down to be a trophy room. After his father died, Sue sold many of the stuff his father owned, the cars and the instruments were all gone.
He strummed the strings of his guitar and began singing in a soft tune.
"when will I see you again,
you left with no goodbye not a single word was said" Sam felt tears in his eyes. The words of Adele's Don't You Remember spoke about his feelings perfectly.
Suddenly his phone rang, it was Sue.
"Lady Lips, my security cameras showed you haven't leave the house yet! Get your hell to the restaurant before I sent you to Juvy again!" she screamed and hung up.
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Sam was in Breadsticks cleaning the plates in the kitchen. He could feel the crew giving him a sympathetic look when he entered the restaurant. The crew was nice to him and knew about his life with Sue.
The Halloween dance was only minutes away and he was stuck cleaning gunk from the plates.
"Sam what are you doing here?" cried someone from behind him.
He turned to see his favorite teacher Mr. Schuster looking at him angrily.
"Just doing my job sir" he replied softly.
"Aren't you going to the dance Sam?" he asked.
"No, Sue ordered me to work tonight" explained Sam softly.
Mr. Schuster was rubbing his forehead, Sam knew he and Sue were the worst of enemies. Mr. Schuster protected him against Sue's tirade countless times. The most infamous one was when he was to be a practice dummy to be shot out of a cannon for Sue's Cheerio practice.
"Sam what are you doing with your life?" he asked.
Sam looked at the floor, he felt pathetic, "Don't you want to go to the dance? You told me you have a date" he said.
Sam stayed silent.
"Well Sam, forget about Sue, come to the dance she won't recognize you anyway" said Mr. Schuster.
"Yeah Sam, come on go to the dance!" one of the crew said.
"Yeah, give your date a fat kiss for me!" another said.
Sam laughed.
"Go on Sam. I'll see you at the dance" Mr. Schuster patted him on his shoulder.
Sam threw his apron and quickly rushed out of Breadsticks, he could hear the crew giving him an applause before he left. For once he felt empowered.
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Sam was going through his clothes, he didn't have a single outfit presentable enough to go to the dance with. Most of his clothes were hand me downs and they looked really worn in. He felt helpless, he didn't have a costume to wear to the dance. He slumped onto his bed, with his feet still on the wooden floor.
Sue really won, he was not going to the dance.
He then felt a hard item pressing against the back of his heel. Sam looked down, it was the present Sue gave to him a few weeks ago that he left under the bed.
Sam blew the dust and lift the top of the box.
He felt his eyes water, it was perfect.
Inside was beautiful white shirt with beautiful black buttons folded neatly with a velvet bow tie tied across the collar.
Sam lifted the shirt and was surprised to find beneath the shirt was a beautifully cut tuxedo jacket and matching pants. It looked extremely expensive. He couldn't believe Sue was about to shred such a beautiful piece of clothing for confetti.
At the bottom of the box laid another compartment, Sam lift the wooden top and underneath was a pair of black formal shoes.
Sam tried on the shoes and it fitted him perfectly.
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