Sam watched as his mother took a seat. At least that jerk was gone. Now Sam could look at the bandage without worrying about making his father mad. However, his mother didn't seem to be up for conversation about it. She handed him the brown bag and Sam took it from her with a sigh. He walked to the doorway and paused, turning to his mother. "I don't like this." he said and turned again to walk out the door. Sam reluctantly drove himself to school. When he finally arrived at school, he remembered that he had the drugs in his shoe and pulled the little baggy out. "At least I've still got this...."