Fan Fiction ❯ Sammy ❯ Chapter 1

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
Chapter 1

Eric called for Erica and I to come to where he was. I jumped up, pulled down my pants that were curled up above my knee, and ran to the voice calling me. Erica was already ahead of me. As we approached him we found him staring at a boy of about my age sleeping under a torn up blanket. We gently tapped him to see if he would wake up. He opened his eyes and for a second looked at us with panic and quickly backed up. "We ain't goina hurt cha! Now come on!" I heard Eric tell him. He got up and brought his blanket with him as we led him to our alley and showed the area where we stayed. I know he's confused, but I think he knows that we're not gonna hurt him. Eric then introduced us " 'ello there! I'm Eric, this is my sis Erica, and this is Sammy. Who are ya?" We heard him stuttering a lot. We weren't sure if he was freezing or just really scared. Then finally he said " I-I-I'm Wa-Wa-Waldo," he then looked down.
" Ey, well no need ta be scared Wally,ya don't mind if I call ya Wally,do ya?" Eric said.
"N-n-no. Y-you can call me Wa-Wally." Then this time without stuttering, "I'm not scared,it's just freezing cold."
I knew it. It's not that cold to me since I'm not new to it and all, but in my first year I was freezing. So I'm sure he's a new one. In this area you literally know every kid so it's easy to know who's new and who ain't.
After a while Wally and I were alone while the twins went searching some more. So I asked "So,what happend to you? How come you're out on the streets?"
"Well my parents past away last year and ever since then I lived with my evil aunts. They got me teachers and everything, but then decided to use my parents money for their own purposes and then made me their servant. They said once I turned 12 they would sell me. I just had to run away from it all."
I nodded. I didn't know relatives could be that cruel. I thought only your immediate family.
"So how old are you anyway?"
" I'm 11, turning 12 in 3 days. How about the rest?"
" I just turned 11 in June. Erica and Eric are both 13." Then all of a sudden I hear footsteps and here they come with another boy and girl. We all introduced ourselves and quickly ate what Eric had found before finding Wally.
"So, Teresa, what brings you on the streets?" I asked
"Well, my family and I were on a trip in October and I accidentaly wondered off. I've been lost since then and boy did I get skinny! Ya shoulda saw me before! Hah! Fat as a plum!"
We all laughed then I bobbed my head to Robert "And you?"
"I just ran away."
"Um...why?" I could tell he's the quiet type.
"Because I was abused too much and I couldn't handle it anymore."
Everyone just stared into space and then finally Eric yelled lights out. So we blew out all our candles and went to sleep.



I woke up next to Wally in his torn up blanket. We spent almost all night talking. Talking about life before living on the streets. I haven't had a good talk in 2 years. Oh I really do miss home. So I've decided that I will go back home and try to be forgiven. I can't stand living here anymore. I pushed Wally and I see drool dabbled all over his cheek. He must've been really sleepy. He opened his eyes and looked around. I,too, looked around. All I saw was Teresa fast asleep snoring right next to me. The rest must've gone searching again. I grabbed a cloth and headed to the river. Then I noticed Wally following me.
"What're you doing? You don't know what would happen to Teresa!"
"Well I needa g-get clean,too! But,fine. After you're finished though, it's my turn!"
"Yeah,yeah,sure." Secretly I wished he was just following me. But I guess not, darn. I took off my clothes and jumped in the river. Felt so good to be clean. I then got out and wiped myself with the cloth and put on my clothes. I walked back to the alley and found Wally and Teresa awake talking. I smiled and threw the cloth at Wally and told him he can go. I told him Teresa and I will be going out for a walk. So I grabbed Teresa's hand and led her to a pond.
She then asked me "Do you like Wally?"
I was shocked. My eyes were wide open and my bottom jaw felt like it touched the ground. Then I answered, "NO! NO! NO! I only knew him yesterday and he's just my friend!"
"Uh-hm. Sure doesn't seem like it. I think he's a good looking fella for a 12 year old."
"By the way, how old are you?"
"I'm 12." She smiled so wide it looked as though her lips would break apart. She really is a blunt one.