Today marks a momentous occasion.
Actually, tomorrow is the momentous occasion. But I’m celebrating it today since it’s Friday and I post on Fridays and all that.
A year ago tomorrow, I posted my first Sam story. Can you believe it? I’ve been pestering you guys with my little, awkward drama king for almost a year.
To commemorate this occasion, here is another Sam adventure. Behold! Olympics, Snowboarding, and Sprained Wrists: Part One (Samiversary Story):
The car zipped down the highway at speeds Timber probably shouldn’t be reaching.
“Mom’s gonna freak! She’ll blame me and––”
I flinched, pulling the phone away from my ear. Timber glanced over, and I shrugged.
“Samantha, I’m fine. I promise,” I said.
“Timber said you were kidnapped and broke your leg or something! I mean, I’m used to the occasional concussion, but kidnapping!? I shouldn’t have let you go. I knew––”
‘’My legs are perfectly f––” The car hit a pothole, and I nearly dropped the phone. “Fine.” I hid my taped wrist behind my back.
I blew out my cheeks. “I’ll tell you if you promise to calm down, ok?”
“I am calm. I am perfectly calm.” Samantha exhaled, sending a burst of static into my ear.
“You ready?” I asked.
“I wiped out. On a snowboard.” Read more