CHAPTER 4

Samantha's POV:

The next morning, I woke up with a massive headache. "What the...?"

I try to open my eyes but the light makes it difficult. After awhile, I succeed in opening my eyes.

I thought I was in heaven. But now when I look around, I see that I am in my room.

I chuckle with no emotions. "I am really an idiot to think that God was actually gonna let me die that easily."

I shake my head and got up. I take my necessary supplies and go to the washroom. I lockethe door and clean myself. I clean the washroom as well so that Sammy doesn't get suspicious.

After I look decent enough, I go downstairs and see that no one ja home. I sigh in relief.

"Hmm. I wonder what time is it?" I ask myself as I head towards the kitchen.

I see the time. "Oh, its only 6 pm. I think they said they won't be back till 7 or 8. Oh well, good for me."

I stop dead in my tracks and shake my head at my silliness.

I guess all these recent events is making me a maniac. I am talking to myself now.

Sometimes, I wanna laugh at myself. I just hope that Sammy can fulfill his dreams.

I see our family picture and automatically, a smile takes place you over my face.

I miss them. I miss him. I miss that dummy.

They went to Los Angeles cause a school there thinks they can make use of Sammy's talents. That's my brother. Sammy is a great basketball player for his age and to get recruited at this age is a big thing.

But obviously my mum and dad won't let him go so easily. They won't allow him till he is atleast 14 years old or so.

I don't want him to go but I don't want him to sacrifice his dreams for me either. I guess I should really start on searching my talents. I mean look at Sammy, a 12 year old who got recruited for his talents and there is me, his useless twin.

I am brought out of my thoughts when I hear my stomach growling. I guess I really need to have something. I am sure I can have an apple. It won't increase my weight. After getting my apple and making myself comfy on the couch, I bring the apple towards me but then I hear the door open.

Strange. Who can come this early? My question is soon answered when I hear Sammy scremaing.

He spots me and runs towards me. He screams right at my face. Like legit. Right at my face.

"Sam, guess what?! I am officially getting a scholarship after 14 and I can finally go to LA then if I keep up playing basketball! Isn't that great?!" He exclaims with excitement.

I am too shocked at his sudden outburst. I am trying to process what he just said.

Scholarship. Basketball. LA. 14 years old. I put the pieces together and then I get what he was saying.

But wait. If he goes, that means, I am gonna be alone. Wait, what am I thinking? I am supposed to be happy for him so why can't I?

I take and deep breath and try to smile in the best way I can.

"Congrats." I say with a forced smile. Fortunately, Sammy doesn't notice and gives me a big hug.

"You know, I am so happy that my talent finally got recognised and it's all because of you." He tells me happily.

I am taken back a bit by what he said. "What? Me?"

"Yes, you. You were the one who asked dad to buy a basketball for you cause you wanted to grow taller. And eventually, I began to play basketball and got addicted to it. So thanks." He tells me genuinely.

"No problem, bro. By the way, where are mom and dad?" I ask him.

"We are here, honey." My dad says with a big smile on his face.

I see his and mom's hands full of bags. I wonder what they are for.

"Oh honey, I missed you so much." My mom says and engulfs me in a bear hug. "Are you okay?"

"Mum, I can't.... breathe...." I try to let the words out.

"Oh, I am sorry honey." My mom tells me and looks at me apologetically.

"It's okay, mom." I tell her with a smile.

"Haha, go easy there, sweetheart. She can't handle your bear hugs." My dad tells my mom and she just pouts.

"By the way, Samantha, I think you are wondering why we have so much bags. I am guessing that Samuel already told you the good news. So, I thought why not have a party and all." My dad tells me.

"That's a great idea! Let me go and get changed." I don't bother hearing their replies and just go upstairs to cry my heart out.