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   Chapter 1  
   
   
        Sam was lying in bed with the greatest feeling ever. He was dating the captain of the cheerios, was the quarter back of the football team. Sam had the perfect life any other boy at McKinley High School could possibly want. It was night and the tall, blond, handsome boy was reflecting about his life, staring up to the sealing  
        A knock came from the door. It was Sam’s mom. She opened the door and entered the room checking on her 17 year old son.   
  “Good night honey!” She bent down and kissed her son’s blond hair.  
  “Good night mom.” He replied.  
       She closed the blind of the curtain a little bit more, and left the room closing the door behind her.  
       Since little, Sam’s mom always hung a dream catcher on top of his bed. She did not want her son to lose any of the wonderful dreams, that as teenagers, we worship so much. 
        The alarm clock went on, announcing it was 7:00. In other words, Sam’s wake up time. He jumped out of bed and in his briefs and went to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then dried it with a towel. After all that is what you need to do if you are dating Quinn Fabray.  He came back, opened his wardrobe. He got his favorite blue jeans, the one he wore at his first date with Quinn. He picked a white normal non-sleeve shirt, which cautiously marked his 6-pack.  
        He took a glance at the clock which marked 7:20. He went towards the stairs and then sled down the handrail. He went to the kitchen and got a blue bowl of the cupboard, got the cereals that was on top of the kitchen counter and poured it in the bowl. He then opened the refrigerator and took his milked and poured some in a cup and in the bawl. He ate his cereals as fast as he could move his large spoon up and down. He then drank his milk rapidly and ran upstairs to wash his teeth. 
        On his way out of the bathroom he got his backpack which was sitting on top of his bed, and ran down skipping a few steps on the stair. As he was going down these stairs his mom was waiting at the door with the car keys on her hand. They both left the house and got in the car. 
        Arriving at the school Sam met up with Finn, his best friend. He knew he could trust Finn on whatever he needed, on their way to their lockers he felt someone pull him by the shoulder. He looked around. It was Quinn.  
  “Hey Handsome” Quinn said, smiled, and blinked at him. 
  “Hey!” Sam said. 
  “So, are you going to do anything tonight?” Quinn asked waiting anxiously for an answer.  
  “What day is today?”  
  “Thursday, Sam. Thursday.”  
  “Yeah! I’m free, beauty.” 
  “Ok great! Come to my place at six. Got something planed.” Quinn said and walked away. 
  The bell rang and students had to go to class. The day flew by as usual, and the next thing Sam knew it was already 3:15. 
  “Wow! The day flew by so fast man” Sam said, talking to Finn. 
  “Yeah! I noticed that as well!” Finn nodded.  
  The day went by and Sam was on his way to Quinn’s house. The door of the house was opened. He got down of the car, waved at his mom and went in.  
  “Quinn?” Sam shouted, hoping to get an answer somewhere in, what seemed to be, an empty house.  
  “I am up here!”  a voice came from upstairs. 
  Sam followed the stairs into the second floor, where he saw Quinn dressed in a small purple see-through dress covering her black lingerie.  
  “Wow” he let out a sound with his opened huge mouth. 
  “You like it?” Quinn asked, now moving closer to the tall boy, and pulling him by the arm into her room. 
  “Your parents?” He asked. 
  “Travelling.”  
        A simple reply that changed, the young virgin boy’s life, upside down. He did it. He wasn't a virgin anymore! Sam was proud! He woke up next day lying in bed next to his wonderful girlfriend.  
  “Oh, what a night!” Sam commented, while stretching his arms, and reaching for the phone.  He could hear Quinn’s soft moan, as she was lying against his stomach.  
  “6 missed calls? Oh my god, my mom must be wanting to kill me!” Sam was nervous now.  
  “Call her! And tell her you will go to school with me. I will ask my driver to give us a ride” 
  “OK! But you know it’s already 7:40 right?” Sam questioned, the little, blond, rich girl. 
  “Shit! Get dressed!”  
    Sam stood up and pulled the covers off. He was naked, and needed to get dressed rapidly.   
  “Where is my underwear?!?!?” Sam shouted confused, and feeling cold. 
  “Here they are, hot mess” Quinn threw his grey briefs to him. 
  He put them on as fast as he could then adjusted it better.  He got his pair of skinny jeans and putted the on, then his shirt, sox, and finally his shoes.  
  He was tired. But still, no one could now take that gigantic smile off his face. He was now a true man.  
    Quinn was almost ready, she opened her pink wardrobe and reached for a pair of flip-flops. She put them on.  
  “You are going to freeze in those!” Sam said. 
  “I know, but we don’t have all that time!” Quinn responded. 
  Both flew down the stairs and opened the front door, where Quinn’s driver was already awaiting them. They got in the car and went rapidly to school.  
        Both Sam and Quinn were juniors.. Both of them were now late for Spanish. They got in the class and everyone was immediately looking at them. They spotted two sits in the back, and rushed to sit there. 
  After school, while Sam was opening his locker, Finn came up, and opened his locker which was right beside Sam’s. 
  “Congrats man!” Finn smiled at Sam, leaving the blond boy confused.  
  “For what?” Sam asked, knowing exactly what Finn meant. 
  “Your V. You lost it…” Finn smiled to his bro, even more now. 
  “You bet I did!” Sam said. “But how did you know? I didn't plan on telling you here at school, and neither on the phone” 
  “Your smile!” Finn noted. “I know that smile! The smile of a seven-teen year old who had an amazing night.” 
  “Ha-ha you are smart!” Finn remarked. “But did you really not know what I was talking about?” 
  “I knew. Of course I knew.” Sam said, smiling, and with a swing, closed the locker door making a loud noise. 
        Sam was a smart guy. He always knew what to say, or what others would say. He knew all answers to the tests, and questions. At his old school, he was reminded daily that he was a nerd. Other kids would make fun of him, call him names. He dint want to live all that again. So he decided to pretend like he wasn't that smart. He never told anyone of his past. Past. A word that Sam never wants to be reminded of again. 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Chapter 2  
   
   
        During the weekend, Sam had no parties to go to. It was one of those boring weekends, that he usually spent playing video games, or watching TV. On Sunday night, while Sam was going to bed he overheard a discussion coming from his dad’s office. It was his mom and his dad. 
   
  “And how long did you plan on hiding this from me, William?”  
   
  It was Sam’s mom voice. She sounded angry. Sam knew exactly how she sounded when she was mad. He had to hear that same voice on his way to school with Quinn. 
   
  “I was just hoping they would call me back!”  
   
  Sam once again heard a voice. This time it was from his dad.  
   
  “Well they won’t! And the kids! What about the kids?!?! How will I tell them?” Sam’s mom asked. 
   
  “I will think of a way! I will, Margaret!” 
   
        Sam was wondering, what that talk was about. He seemed confused. He sat on the floor. Suddenly he saw the door knob turn. It was opening, he stood from the ground and left the front of the door. He went to his room, and pretended to be asleep.  
   
  His mom entered his room, and wished him good night. He pretended to be asleep and dint even reply. She kissed him on the forehead, and left, again, closing the door behind her.  
   
  Sam stood up and took his clothes of, until he was just in his underwear. He got back under the covers, and went to sleep.  
   
        The car ride was silent. Both he and his mom did not share a word. She looked nervous, which led Sam to remember the conversation he overheard last night. He got into school and went to his classes.  
   
        He dint really learn anything that day. He just wouldn't stop thinking about his mom and dad. What were they talking about? What did his dad meant when he said they “would call him back”? So many questions were left unanswered in the thin young man’s mind. 
   
  When Sam got home, he heard his parents fighting. They had never fought like this before. It was weird. Sam was nervous.  
   
  His little sister came, and grabbed his right leg. She was crying. Sam took her in his arms, and began rocking her smoothly.  
   
  “Sammy! Why are mommy and daddy fighting?” She asked. 
   
  “I don’t know honey, but hey! It’s all going to be ok!” Sam hugged her tight. 
   
  “You promise me Sammy?” 
   
  “Promise honey.” He wiped the tears from her soft white skin. “What about we go watch some TV?” he asked her. 
   
  “Sponge Bob!” she shouted! 
   
  “Sponge bob it is then!”  
   
        He sat with his little sister in front of the TV watching sponge bob. He knew something was up. Something extremely important. But he dint 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 owing. He could not tell him he hadn't.  
  “Yes.” Sam  managed to choke the words out. “In the parlor” he continued. 
   
  “Awesome.” His dad, closed his eyes and asked Sam to follow him into the living room, where they could be alone.  
   
  “Sam” His dad said. “Me and mom will have to be out looking for jobs.” He continued. 
  “Do you think, you can manage to get us the 4.000 we need?” He asked. 
   
  “Y-y-y-es.” Sam said. “They pa-pa-pay well in the parlor, dad” 
   
   
   
   
   
   Text: © All rights of the characters go to Fox’s original show “Glee” © Editing: GleekAuthor All rights reserved. Publication Date: January 25th 2013 https://www.bookrix.com/-gleekauthor