Fan Fiction ❯ Sammy ❯ Samantha ( Prologue )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

My name is Samuel Chastalk. I was just 9 years old when I got kicked out of my own house. If I do say so myself, I feel rather free without parents. I used to be rich when I lived with my family. Until they kicked me out and left me wondering around the streets just begging for food or money. I was taught how to read and write and all that fancy stuff, but never was I taught how to live the real world outside my fancy mansion with slaves and servants. Oh a book on survival is just what a girl needs.
You're probably thinking "Who would name their daughter Samuel?!". Well you could if you wanted, but just for starters my real name is Samantha. Everyone calls me Sam or Sammy though. My family doesn't. When they're mad they always say my full name. Samantha Elizabeth Porter Chase. Yuck! I hate it! They always want me to behave like a good little girl and not going playing in the mud or bouncing on my bed. But what really bugged me, and was also the reason I got kicked out, was because I talked to a slave. SO WHAT?! Slaves are people,too! They should be treated like one instead of animals. I don't even like the sound of the word slave. It sounds so cruel and harsh. Another thing I don't get is how in the world do they expect me NOT to talk to one when they kept me secluded from the real world and never let me go out to make new friends.
Sometimes they would invite their friends and their children and I liked some of them. But most of them were snotty little brats who are the perfect angels in their parents eyes. Hah! There was one particular little girl I did not like at all! Her name was Marianne Toadstop. She always made fun of my tomboyish ways. After that I always made fun of her surname considering she looks like a toad,also. We were the worst enemies of all. But her parents and mine were the best of friends and obviously we were forced to see each other. She was one of those people who loved to treat our slaves like dirt. Oh yeah she was only a year younger than me,too. She has no respect at all!
Now I have a favorite friend,too. His name is Dusty. His real name is Dustin Sporicker III though. He's 5 months older than me and is 2 inches taller. He would always make fun of me, but ofcourse in a friendly way. We both loved to climb trees and make mud pies and swing off branches. Unfortuantely Marianne the toad had a huge liking to him. She always tried to bring us apart. But I don't like him in that way! He's just my friend. Dusty doesn't like her at all either. She would always try to hug him and he would just run away before she could catch up. Her chubby little legs can't run as fast as him. I don't really see what he has that she likes. He has short dark brown hair and freckles on both cheeks. Also dark brown eyes. He never liked to wash up and scowled everytime someone would make him and he would start making a tantrum. That's why he only washed up 3 times a week. His parents and my parents were also very good friends,but didn't meet up as often as the Toadstop's.
Since I've been on the streets I have met new kids. All dirty and poor. So practically I'm never alone. Sometimes if I'm nice enough they will share the food that they have with me. There's one particular, actually two particular kids that I like. They're twins and their parents died in a horse accident. One's name is Eric and the other's name is Erica. Both are 2 years older than me and protect me good. But I didn't really know them. I haven't seen anyone I knew for the last 2 years though. And I really do miss everyone. Even my parents, although they're the one's who kicked me out. I'm far from home. Far from our secluded area where no danger was found. Far from a dream that happens in everyone's sleep that live in this dump. Very far far away.