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want to show any feelings. He dint want his siblings to notice.

His little brother came and sat on the couch with them. He was in the middle, and both were lying, resting their heads on his lap.

The fighting soon stopped. Both of his siblings were now asleep on his lap. He took them to their bedrooms, and put them to sleep.

Sam loved his little brother and sister. He loved to be a big brother. Sam actually loved his family. It is hard now a day to find a seven-teen year old that worships his family so much. He does. He has the nicest mom. The coolest dad. The cutest little sister and the most awesome little brother.

Once he had put both five years old to sleep, he was heading to his room and met with his mom along the way.

“Where are Mathew, and Alice?” the tall blond women asked.

“I put them to sleep!” Sam replied.

“Thank you honey! I owe you one!” She said.

Margaret reached out for her son, bringing him closer to her for a hug.

“Can you at least tell me what this is all about? I am not sleeping well. I can’t even concentrate in class.” Sam said to his mom.

“Baby! It’s nothing! Don’t worry.” She hugged her son even more.
Sam knew she was lying. She was saying that just so he would feel better. He knew that something was up. But the question is… what?


Chapter 3

On Wednesday morning Sam noticed his dad stayed home again. This was unusual. His dad always woke up at 6:00 and left the house around 7:00. Even before Sam woke up. But for the last three days, he has been at home.

A thought crossed his mind. Was his dad sick? Cancer? Aids? His heart began to tighten. But it could not be. Why would his mother be fighting with his dad, if he was sick? But one question disquieted him the most. If they were really going to “tell the kids”… when was that going to be?

When he got home, that day of school he was very happy. His school day had been amazing. He had and amazing glee club and football practice.

On his way to his room, he heard his mom he heard his mom calling him. It was coming from his dad’s office. He left his backpack on top of the bed and went to see what they were calling him for.

Arriving in the office he began feeling scared. He stood at the door, in sight of both of his dad sitting on the couch and his mom standing, already shading tears.

“Hey son!” His dad greeted. “Come take a sit!” Sam’s dad pointed his fingers, instructing Sam to sit on the couch next to him.

Sam did so. He entered the room, closed the office door, and took a sit next to his dad.

“Yes dad?” he asked, almost chocking. He was high-strung.

“Son, this is the most difficult thing I ever had to say, or even go through in my forty years of existence.” William Evans said. “In life, things are very unstable. One day everything is ok. On the other things have changed.”

“Just tell me what happened.” Sam said. “I am ready.”

“I lost my job”. His dad took a deep breath. “I am afraid we are broke.”

“What?” Sam said.

“I am afraid we lost too much money. We have too little. I can’t pay taxes. I can’t pay bills.”

Sam was devastated. He wanted to run away and cry himself out. But he held on, for his parents. They were already devastated enough. Him crying in front of them would only make things worse.

“Sooner or later the bank will come after our stuff.” Mr. Evans continued. “We need your help.”

“So you are saying I need to get a job?” Sam asked, fearful of the answer.

“I am afraid so” His dad responded.

“Where?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know” His dad took a deep breath. “Would you go looking for one?"

“Sure dad.”

He dint want to. But due to the situation, he had no choice but to do so. But where? Sam was lost. Would he have to say goodbye to his normal life? What if the other kids at school heard about this? He wouldn't ever be treated the same way again! Would they think of him more like a freak?

Sam left the room. Tears started falling from his eyes, halfway out the door. He ran into his bed and laid with his face sunk onto his pillow, which soon became soaked. He never thought it would all come to this. His life was perfect. Now it’s all a mess. But the rough part was that, he would have to get a job. But where?

Chapter 4

The next day, Sam dint really talk at school. He knew there was one person he could trust, and could talk about it at any moment. Finn. But the Sam is just not ready to talk about it yet. He is scared. And especially at school.

Sam always had this paranoid about talking about personal stuff at school. He always had the feeling someone was overhearing him. Something Sam always had, since the seventeen year old can remember.

“You want to talk about something?” Finn asked.

“Not really.” Sam replied.

“You seem sad, and plus, you haven’t spoken a word the whole day! Not even when Ms. Pillsbury called you!”

“She called me?”

“See! That’s what I am talking about!” Finn explained.

“I am fine, OK?” Sam looked him in the eyes. “I just need some time.”

Finn knew Sam. He knew him for almost 6 years now. They were best friends since the moment they looked at each other, in 5th grade.

Sam wasn't sure if it was a good Idea or not. If he should tell or not. He knew he could trust Finn, he always did. But still… There was something about telling someone what he was going through that dint seem right. The problem is, he just did not feel comfortable. Not even thinking of it by himself.

After school, Sam went straight to the pizza parlor next to his house. He used to have dinner with Quinn there all the time, and there was something about getting a job there that frightened him a lot. What would the others think? They would think of him as a bigger freak then he already was.
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Getting there he asked the worker if they had any available spots, because he was looking for a job.

“We don’t have any left. There was one last week but I believe it has been taken.” The waiter said.

Sam took breath in despair and demonstrated some disappointment, before he was interrupted by the waiter.
“But, hey. Take a sit and I will go ask the boss, if there is any left” He said.

Sam did so. He pulled the chair of a table next to the door and laid his heads on his arms. He was worried, where would he get a job? He hasn't even graduated yet.

The waiter came back and broke unfortunate news.

“Sorry bro. There is none left, we even checked other pizza parlors around to see if we could get you somewhere, they are all full” He said. “Good Luck”

“Its OK!” Sam said, turned around was right about to pull the door to leave when he turned around and thanked the men.

He normally would catch a cab and go home, but in the state that his family was he decided it was better to walk home. He was close. When he got there, he noticed his mom crying on the front of the house and the door of the house wide opened and there was a lot of unknown people in there.

Sam walked closer to his mom and in a choke asked his mom what was going on, and got the worse response a human being passably could.

“The bank. They. Took.” His mom choked. “They took our house”.

Sam wanted to cry, but he could not. He was holding the tears but a few were already starting to form. He did not know where they would go, or if they would stay. Where would all the stuff go? He walked in the house and went to a group of men who were talking to his dad, to listen to the conversation.

“But what should I do with the things” his dad asked, the tall white man, in a black suit.

“According to the papers we have here, your debt is so big, that even if you hand the house to us with everything in it, you will still be owing us money” the men said.

“Will it help?” his dad asked.

“Sure it will. But you will still be owning.” The smaller man next to him responded.

“Can any of you tell me how much?” his dad chocked.

“Let me see” the men took a calculator from his pocket and kept pressing on the buttons for about 10 minutes before he broke the silence, “4.000” will be left to pay.

“Let me think” His dad looked at him, and asked. “Sam, did you find the job you were looking for?”

Sam could not disappoint his dad. Four Thousands were a lot of money they were