Sam pulled back a little and looked at his mother. "I'll try..." he said, not wanting to make any promises. He felt bad that he couldn't promise her that he wouldn't, but he'd also feel bad if he broke his promise to her. "I'll try." he repeated. Sam couldn't believe it. He got caught. He was actually being kept there this time.<span style="font-style: italic">This is what I get for being who I am.</span>"Goodbye, mom." he said quietly as he watched her leave. A couple of the other kids smirked at that. He looked across the room to them. "At least I've learned to love the hand that feeds me." he said plainly. His voice had almost no emotion in it. He felt more defeated than anything. One of the kids took a few threatening steps toward him. "Keep your mouth shut, kid. You don't know who you're talking about." the guy said. Sam smirked and shook his head. "Snickering at a kid who actually loves his mother? Yeah. I know who I'm talking about." Sam replied. The kid came closer to Sam, making himself seem bigger and more menacing as he came toward him. "You watch your mouth kid, or you're going to get hurt." Sam stood his ground and stared straight at the guy. "Go ahead." he challenged the guy. The guy swung his fist at Sam, and in attempt to dodge the hit, Sam leaned back a little so he was out of reach. Right when the guy's fist passed by Sam, Sam threw his fist into the guy's face.