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For some reason clearly unknown, Samantha decided to have Samuel come over to her house. Why she wanted this, he didn’t know, but here he was standing at her front door. It wasn’t as if she was interested in him; what could one really assume in a casual meeting at approximately 2 PM, in broad daylight? He had no idea what she planned for them to do at her house. She wasn’t rich so it couldn’t be too entertaining.
Sam rang the doorbell twice and waited patiently, staring at the white front door. The paint was peeling. They should really repaint it. It’d look really nice. Do they know that the paint is peeling? They really should be notified. It’s peeling… Samantha’s mom opened the door.
“Your paint on your front door is peeling, Mrs. Ferguson.”
“Hmm… really? Thank you for letting us know, Samuel…” She said with uncertainty. It was understandable, however. What could she really say when she opens her front door to find that a boy has told her that the paint is peeling?
Sam thought for a moment, wondering what to do, before he nodded his head. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”
Mrs. Ferguson looked at him for a moment, in confusion. What an odd boy… “Samantha is upstairs in her bedroom at the moment. I’m sure you can just go up there and greet her,” she said. She still looked at him funny. That was understandable also, he was a funny boy. Well, not funny in that ha ha way, of course.
“Thank you ma’am.” Where he got the idea of referring to her as “ma’am”, I have no idea either. He wiped his shoes on the doormat before walking inside. It would be the good thing to do, seeing as they have carpet, he reasoned. Wouldn’t be so nice to just dirty their carpet like that. Sam was sure they made efforts to keep it clean.
Sam pondered as he headed up the stairs. It figured that Samantha wouldn’t open the door to greet him. She was the youngest of four, and he knew that the youngest child would always be a spoiled little brat; he read it in the paper so it had to be true. Sam grimaced at the thought; he was friends with a spoiled little brat. But he was a good Catholic so he shouldn’t discriminate against spoiled little brats because God wouldn’t like that. He smiled to himself then. God was happy with his actions. He was being good. He’ll go to Heaven for sure.
Sam thought for a moment. Samantha’s bedroom was…second door to the right? He wasn’t sure. Luckily for him, her bedroom door was open, so he didn’t have to worry about it. He found her lying on the bed reading some comics.
“Afternoon, ma’am?” He said as he popped his head in the door.
“What?” Samantha said as she looked up.
“It’s my word for today. Ma’am.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied before continuing to read her comics. Samuel walked in and sat at a nearby chair, one next to the window. He looked out the window out of curiosity. There wasn’t anything truly interesting; some telephone wire with a pigeon perched upon it. A row of lifeless bland stucco houses. Some little boy sitting outside on the sidewalk with a magnifying glass. Sadistic little freak was aiming to burn some ants with that magnifying glass. That boy was going to hell, Sam thought.
He looked up. Samantha hadn’t moved since he last looked at her. She was still reading her comics. What the hell--- heck did she invite him over for? He glared at the comic shielding her, hoping to get her attention. Somehow she felt his stare and she put her comics down for a moment and looked back at him. He replaced his glare with an odd smile.
“What’s up?” she asked. She was completely oblivious to his devious glare. That was good. He didn’t want her mad at him. Suddenly Sam felt apologetic. He was being evil. He might go to Hell now.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered as he looked down at his shoes. At least his shoes were clean so their carpet wouldn’t get messed up.
“What?” But Samuel didn’t respond. Samantha rolled her eyes. “You didn’t do anything.”
Samuel slowly looked up at her and smiled awkwardly. “Okay,” he said. Samantha would’ve looked at him funny too, like she mostly did when they first met, but she was used to him now. He did stuff like this all the time. So she went back to reading her comics.
Samuel didn’t know what to do, so he stared at the ceiling for a moment. It was one of those ugly cottage cheese kinds of ceilings. He didn’t see how they looked so nice to some people. Maybe those people were just stupid. And then he looked at the cover of her comic book. Sam groaned. “What are you reading?”
Apparently he caught her attention because suddenly Samantha put her comic book down and sat up in an Indian-style position. Her eyes lit up as she began. “Okay, so I went to the comic book store today and I saw this, right?” She said as she lifted up her comic book for him to see. “It’s about this girl and her dad died and her mom’s in the hospital and she gets sent to this fancy private school but the thing is, her mom and her can’t afford it, but she’s going to that school anyway cause this GUY is paying for her to go, and he tells her that she’s going to be his bride and that she has to write him letters but he won’t reply and—“
“What?”
“And she’s all curious and she meets all these people at her school and there’s this guy who’s mean to her but it’s like—“
“What?”
“Sam, I’m trying to tell you the story and you keep going ‘what?’.” Samantha wore a Daria look on her face.
“What? What?” But Samantha only continued her Daria expression. “Is this a romance story?”
“Yeah… why?”
“You could’ve just said that.” Samuel wore a look of annoyance and crossed his arms. Samantha wore out her Daria expression for a couple of seconds longer before switching back to her lying position and going back to reading her comics. Samuel stared into space for several moments before staring back at her in boredom.
“I’m bored,” he told her. Samantha looked up from reading her comics again and looked at Samuel.
She nodded her head. “Okay,” before she went back to reading.
“Why’d you invite me over for?”
“I…don’t know…” she said as she thought for a moment while reading. “I…” But although it seemed as if there would be something else she would add to that, she just left her “I” hanging in the air until it suffocated and died, leaving the room with stale air.
“You’re going to hell,” Samuel said to her after thinking about his words for several moments. Samantha stared at him for a little bit before nodding her head again.
“Okay.”
“I should go home,” He thought aloud.
”Yeah,” she agreed, but not really paying much attention to him, for she said that as she was reading her now sacred comics. Samuel didn’t budge, however. He just sat there, contemplating over his words. He looked out the window at the boy burning ants and laughed. He’s going to hell, Samuel thought. Apparently the little boy found several other objects to torture the ants with. A metal nail, a little rubber ball. However, the rubber ball rolled out onto the street. The boy ran after it, and a car hit him. Samuel watched all this and laughed. He’s going to hell. Samantha heard the crash but didn’t really care. Crashes and noises were nothing new. She continued reading her comics.


[The comic being described is Maria by Takeuchi Naoko. Techinically it's a manga.]