“Wake up, Loser!” said a familiar voice.
“What?” I said as I sat up. I wiped my eyes and there she was. Samantha was standing in my room. She was in MY room MY house and, MY territory! How could she? I wanted to get up and punch her but she beat me to it. My head hit my pillow as she started laughing.
“See, I told you if you didn’t show up you’d be dead!” she said. I got up out of my bed and started running down the stairs.
“Mom!” I screamed. Now Samantha would get it. But, no one answered. My voice just echoed throughout my house. Then, I felt a grip on my shoulders.
“Stop it!” I yelled trying to get out of Samantha’s grip.
“Never!” she yelled as she flung me down to the floor. I was seriously going to be hurt. I closed my eyes. It was to ugly to watch. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as she punched me. My stomach felt as if it was on fire. Samantha started laughing, again.
“Samantha! Stop it!” I whimpered.
“Get a life loser!” She said as she punched me again. I felt as if my whole world was ending.