“Sam” said my mom, I could not believe it! anyone but him, he was the one I never ever got on with, with him being the complete opposite to me, he was a small (half my sized and ¼ my wait) skinny gymnastics boy, who is on his way to be in the Olympics, and I always hearing mom going on how good he is and how proud she is of his, what is one of many things what pissis me of about him, like I am the star football player in my school but mom nether says anything about me to any one and have never come to a game, it always Sam this Sam that, it drives me up the wall.
And looking at him seeing he was as shocked and annoyed as me, knowing that never of us want this what we both agree for once, and looking at how small he is not realizing how 5 years can affect your size so much, and remembering all the times me and my buddy picked on him about his size and how he always showing of is flexibility, always doing the splits or a hand stand or ever a front or back flip when someone asks him and knowing it could be the other way around by tomorrow with me having to do such things.
Eventually I said “No I am not going to be that gay little terd!” and Sam said after hearing that “And I am not going to be that big Idiot oga!” mom just looked as us and said “for one, stop treating each other like that, this might even help you both get along for once, and secondly there is no getting out of this, we need the money or we are going to loss this house and you lot will have to get put into foster care while me and your father try and find something big enough for all of us to live in!”
I just sighed and said, “FINE” looking at Sam in discussed and mom said “ok lets go that means” me and Sam looked at her in shock we are getting it now! She must of planned this and she added seeing are shock on are faces “it will be better once it is done and over with, there is no point in dwelling on it” with her grabbing Sam on his shoulder pulling the young boy out of the door seeing tears coming out of his eyes, and all I could do is follow, knowing it is this of a wore situation when we are homeless, but looking at the kid Infront of me now hugging mom crying his eyes out, I can’t believe I am going to have to be him, seeing the cloths he is waring is pad enough seeing a t-shirt with some sort of anima on the front or it and the tight jean shorts with his smooth legs coming out of them not seeing any hair on them going in to sandals of all things, knowing how much of a child he still is, and then his hair was long now looking at it in a bun with the hair band holding it in position what just made him look even more childish with me never having my hair below my neck with his reaching the middle of his back last time I saw him with it down, and then there was his gymnastics and his constant training every day what dad goes throw with his stupid flexes and odd stuff like go from sitting down on the floor into a hand stand and then do the splits while in a hand stand, like what is the point I think he is showing off how lame he is, but am I going to want to do that?
And all I could think about is I am defiantly going to be making some changes looking at Sam being his cute little self, in moms arms, while we headed for the car.