Happy new year everyone. I hope everyone had a great 2019 and an at least as great 2020. Here comes the first chapter of this story during the 2020's

Sorry for not updating. This crazy writer's block just won't leave me be.

I've done this twice before years ago. After I'd been bad with updating I wrote one new chapter for each and every story. Then left it until I had finished them all and updated all stories at once. I've decided to do that same thing again and hopefully that will make a change as of how much I'll be able to update more afterwards… I guess only time will show. I hope you like this chapter.

This chapter is also split into parts. I haven't started it yet while I'm writing this but there'll probably be three parts. One with his parents, one with a foster family, and one with his aunt.

I just need to answer some comments at first.

Guest
Who is Hayley ?
Answer
Hayley was in the story of Tracy Beaker- series. She came into the story at the beginning of series three and was best friends with Layla. During Tracy Beaker- the movie of me she meets a policeman named Mark who can't have his own children along with his wife Helen. These two later foster/ adopt Hayley during season four.
I can't blame you for not knowing about her. They barely even know her at the home anyway since she's so quiet and shy.

Guest
I like your stories and the idea of repeating chapters sounds good but I wish you would do the new characters rather than repeating old characters if you do one character then you are going to have to do the rest and it feels like just replacing old ones you spent loads of time on your stories are good they don't need replacing and I think everyone would rather have new stories rather then stuff of old characters like Marco and Hayley because let's face it no one really cares about them anymore
Answer
Those I'm repeating is the chapters I'm not happy with. Which is pretty much any chapter during the story of Tracy Beaker but of course I can't say now if they will or will not be written about again. I will still write the characters that are in the series now only I can update more often like this. I'm very grateful and happy you still like my story but if you don't care for the characters then you might as well not read the chapters about them.

Thanks to both of the guests for taking their time to read and review.

What do you think about the storyline with Mike and his brother and them being in care? I have to say I hate it. It sounds like a badly written fanfiction but I guess I couldn't do anything to change it so I might as well get on with it.

Anyway. I've come to a decision what will happen with this story in the future. I will keep on writing like I am now. And of course, with writing about old characters it could go on and on forever. But I have decided when I've done all characters (might or might not be to many of the old ones) I will write a chapter for Mike and Peadar and then that will be it. There will probably be years before that though and who knows? Maybe I quit writing fanfiction long before then.

So then, on with the chapter.

Samuel "Sammy" Doyle

It was an autumn day when Samuel was born.

He hadn't been meant to be born in the fall. He had been meant to be born in the winter when there were Christmas lights hanging in every window and caroling wherever you came.

Now here he was, outside the sun was shining it last few rays over town and into the hospital room where Samuel was, newborn at only barely a kg heavy.

"It's like he's too tiny to be Samuel." Molly Doyle- Samuel's mum was distressed when she weakly spoke to her husband. "I know we both loved the name but it's like it's too heavy for him to carry when he's so small."

Andy- Molly's husband thought for a minute. He laid his big finger in the little boy's little hand and stroke the skin that seemed so thin he was afraid of poking right through it.

"How about we name him Samuel but we use a nickname…"

"I don't like Sam."

Andy thought for another minute.

"Well. My name is Andrew, but people call me Andy who ends with Y. And your name is Melinda but people call you too Molly. Which ends with a Y… So maybe if we all had names that sort of fit together and are the same. So when both our nicknames ends with Y then…"

"Sammy?"

"Sammy!"

"Sammy."

Molly said the name and bit her lip as if it was to taste the name. As she had just said she didn't like "Sam" but maybe two letters could make all of a difference and like Andy had just said their nicknames were just quite alike.

"My Sammy."

XxXxX

It was a winter day when everything that Sammy had ever known took a turn for the worst.

Sammy was four years old. His parents had planned to start calling him by his full name Samuel once he was big and strong enough to carry it. They had tried but no one had just been able to change his nickname by now.

Molly and Andy Doyle had been out. It was the day, before Christmas when Sammy's birthday should have been. Right that day the three of them would go out and spend the day like it was his birthday.

But right this year, right this day was very cold, colder than December usually ever was.

The road was icy and parts of it very slippery.

and looking in a magazine and pointing to yet one toy after the other that he wanted for Christmas. But Sammy couldn't read yet and barely knew what half of the things he pointed at even were. But they looked nice…

"I want that one." He said for the millionth time. "And that one. And that one…"

"Sammy." His dad called from the driver's seat. "I really need to concentrate on the road and driving right now. So it would be good if you're just quiet for a while and then you can show us what you want once we've stopped the car."

"Okay daddy."

"Thank you."

But concentrating on the road didn't help Andy. Not this day and not in this slippery cold.

Not on just that slippery spot that his wheel hit for him to lose control.

And that was it…

Sammy and Molly both screamed at the top of their lungs when Andy lost the steering wheel and the car flipped around into the ditch, then it flipped again, and again…

Time and time again Andy tried and regain control over the steering wheel…

But he failed and the car flipped around again.

In his car seat where Sammy sat at four years old he was still yelling at the top of his lungs when the car finally stopped lying on its roof…

"MUMMY…"

He tried shouting for his mum- but she was quiet, and so was his dad. Sammy didn't get it right then but in the matter of a few minutes he was going to be made into what people called an orphan.

"MUMMY."

He would never get an answer again…

"MUMMY."

XxXxX

It was a spring day when Sammy didn't dare hoping anymore.

He was eleven years old, and once again he sat at a bus station. Once again he was in a new town. Once again he waited for someone to come and get him, once again he had waited for too long. Once again he didn't even know what he was waiting for.

During the last seven years, four months, one week and two days Sammy had been with so many of these he had lost count.

Here came another one that his social worker- his new social worker in yet another town told him were really nice.

"Here we go." Sammy had been lost in his own thoughts when the social worker came into the bus station and walked up to him. "You must be Samuel?"

Sammy had heard the story of how he had gotten the word and corrected soon.

"People call me Sammy."

People call me Sammy.

By the latest few years Sammy had been with all kinds of families with all kinds of rules. Some families and social workers absolutely refused to call him Samuel, and some places they would choose to call him Sam or anything else but Sammy.

He'd been at different homes with how they said his name, but they also sounded differently when they said…

Everything else were different too. And by now, Sammy Doyle had seen it all.

He had been hugged, he had been hit, he had worn school uniforms and preppy clothes. He had been with parents who barely left him left alone for a second and parents who seemed to work 24/7. He had been an older child or a younger or a middle and he had had sisters and brothers. At some places he had been an only child.

Some people he had had to call mummy and daddy. And Sammy didn't want that- he had a mummy and daddy. Some of them he had to call Miss, Mr. or Mrs…

But all of them had one thing where they were all the same.

For one reason or the other- they had let him go, and Sammy needed to move to another place yet again.

Usually they at least knew about having to go, except for this time

"Well, Sammy." The social worker riffled slightly in some papers that he had. "My name is Jacob Johnson and I will take you to your new home. If you just come with me… Now, Matthew and Michelle Geller are really nice people. And they've longed to have a kid for a long time. I think you three will really like each other. And maybe this is when you're finally finding your forever home."

Jacob smiled brightly at Sammy and took Sammy's trunk, Sammy himself didn't say or do anything but standing up and took his backpack.

"Is that all you're carrying? This bag isn't even full."

Until last night hadn't even bothered to tell him that he had to move again. He was lucky after all these years he had so little stuff and all he had to do was to throw everything into a trunk and take it with him.

"It's not far." Jacob got into the front seat and Sammy sat in the back. "We'll be with your new parents in only a few minutes.

I don't need new parents. Sammy thought to himself. I have parents. Their names are Molly and Andy and they are supposed to be here and take care of me. But instead of that I have to go to live with someone else and be sent to someone else that might want me but still doesn't.

"And here we are." Jacob pulled over in the parking in front of a big, white house. "Do you want to walk ahead of me or should I go first?"

Sammy shrugged at first, then took a step back so Jacob could pass him. As they made their way down the driveway the door to the house opened and a woman stepped out onto the porch.

The woman looked old to have her first child. In her late fifties or early sixties, her hair was brown but greying, her eyes blue and if Sammy had been in another kind of mood than he was at the moment he'd have seen that this was something he would be able to trust.

"You must be Samuel."

"Yeah… ehrm…" Sammy cleared his throat and tried not to let it show how he was feeling. "Sammy."

"Well hello Sammy." Michelle's smile was almost lighting up the whole porch with her kind smile. "My name is Michelle. My husband Matthew is at work and has to do some shopping later. But you will meet him soon enough. Hello again Jacob… Here. Would you like me to take your bag? Maybe you would like to come and see your room. You will have your own room here. I and Matt never got any children of our own even though we wanted one more than anything else. But you're lucky aren't you. Otherwise you wouldn't be here. And I do believe that whatever happens makes a perfect…"

Michelle kept on babbling and maybe some time before Sammy would have lit up with joy and chatted at least as much back.

But in the middle of it all he just wasn't in the mood.

"And I promise you that you can stay here for as long as you want. For the rest of your life if that's what you would like."

"And I promise you…" Jacob interrupted. "That this will work out- Michelle is the kindest person I have ever met. And so is her husband Matt. And whatever they promise you, you can trust Sammy. Okay?"

Sammy didn't trust. He just couldn't.

And his answer was just a mumble.

"Okay."

XxXxX

It was a Summer day when Sammy knew he was hoping again.

But maybe he shouldn't have.

He had liked it with Michelle and Matthew. And they liked having him with them. He went to a school where he had many friends and the two could have spoiled him to death.

It was true what Michelle and Jacob had told him that first day.

And Sammy had finally dared hoping again, getting used to having a home and a pair of parents like anyone else.

Then suddenly there came a phone call from the social services…

Someone had found out that he had a relative. An actual relative that no one had known after his mum had lost contact with her aunt when Sammy's grandma had died years before.

It was the last day of school before the summer holidays and he had been told this relative- an aunt Peggy would come and pick him up. That they would be spending the summer getting to know each other.

While he had been gazing over all of the people in the audience who had come to watch children sing for the summer, he'd been wondering who of them was Aunt Peggy. That maybe it could be the woman with the pink shirt or the one with a white cardigan…

Then, as the last song had ended and they had gotten each ice cream he had watched… and watched… and watched…

He had watched each of his classmates run over to their parents. He had watched each of them who could be Aunt Peggy walk over and hug their children or grandchildren or whoever they were. He had watched each and every person who was there find who they belonged to.

Sammy knew he should have been used to being left alone by now…

But seeing how everyone would leave one after one he had slumped down on a chair by the wall and had every right to feel sorry for himself.

Sammy had a photo of his parents that he carried with him everywhere in the backpack he always had. He took it out of his backpack every once in a while to look at it. On the frame was a pattern of butterflies that his mum had loved. And in it his parents were smiling brightly towards e camera while his mum had her hand lying on her belly. She didn't look it at all but Sammy had been told that the photo had been shot while his mum was pregnant with him and they had planned to take more photos together all three of them.

After all he just didn't get it. There were a lot of bad people in the world who got to live to a hundred years old. A lot of people who had done terrible things but ended up with their own families and a future that they could trust…

His parents had never done anything wrong. Why did they have to die?

And neither had Sammy himself. Why was he the one that could never find a home?

Sammy couldn't help it when his shoulders slouched and he looked down. His bottom lip was trembling and tears started to rise in his eyes.

Why did people always tell Samuel to be nice to then leave him alone? And why did they even say that they were nice people when they obviously weren't?

Sammy himself couldn't figure answers to those questions.

And he couldn't quite find a reason of why he had to move from his home at Michelle and Matthew's. They were good people and gave him a good home with loads of hugs and kisses and warm food. The school was great and he had friends and it was even walking distance.

And now social services had decided he needed to move again. And Sammy hadn't even been told why.

"Hello." Sammy looked up when someone came and called for him. "My name is Sarah. Are you Samuel?"

"Yeah." Sammy said dryly. "Sammy."

"Well, Sammy. I'm sure you will like the news I have for you. We were meant to tell you sooner but as you know we didn't. And you know what? We have found that you have an actual biological family member that you can live with."

Sammy didn't answer. On the insides of his eyelids the pictures playing was of Matthew gave his shoulder one last pat and how Michelle gave him one last hug.

"But something went wrong in our system." Sammy dreamed that Sarah would say. "It was actually the relative of another boy. I'm sorry for causing you all of this trouble but we already called Matthew Geller and he'll be right here to pick you up."

"I know you've been with a lot of families." Sarah told him and woke him up from his imagination- if only things were as well as in his dreams. "But this will last. This is different. And that is mostly because this one is actually related to you. She knew your mum." Sammy hadn't moved his arms from where he sat with them crossed over the table and looked away from the social worker. "I'm just going to take you to a place called Ashdene Ridge. And everyone there are really nice. And then in just a few days your aunt will come out of the hospital and come and get you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Well come here then. I'll take you to Ashdene Ridge."

"Okay."

If Sarah hadn't been in such a hurry and waiting to just drop Sammy off and then get on with the next kid, she might have heard that Sammy's voice was dry and filled with tears. If she had turned she'd have noticed the way his eyes finally lit up with hope.

Sammy sighed and swallowed the lump in his throat. Why did he even try? He knew that before he got to Ashdene Ridge he'd start hoping again.

"It will only be a couple of days. When your aunt Peggy comes out of hospital she'll come and get you."

At least Sammy was in a better mood than the night he had ended up with Michelle and Matthew.

Everything it took was for the promises that Sarah babbled about…

"And meanwhile…" she ended. "…You've been living in a house full of other kids like you… I'm never happy for you kids but of course I think it's nice that you might meet someone who understands where you come from. And maybe, before you go to your Aunt Peggy's that's what you could need. And I'm sure they'll like you."

Sammy couldn't help but give a weak smile and pulled his backpack over his shoulders like he usually did.

But still there was that tiny little voice in his head that tried to force him not to hope.

You know where this will end up Samuel. You know you'll have worried for nothing.

And then you'll be heartbroken once again.

"But maybe it can work." Sammy thought back to the voice. "Maybe this one time…"

Random fact

I know they probably wouldn't make Sammy move so far every time he ended up with someone new. But by the time I figured I had planned so much of this chapter and I actually ended up really liking it. So I hope you're all okay with it.

Ninth chapter finished for the-update-all-of-my-stories-at-the-same-time-project. Only one left.