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    Samantha
    Samantha
    Samantha
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    Samantha

    By Ashlee Craft

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    People always said I was lucky, but just because you’re lucky doesn’t mean you’re happy with the way things are. Hayden lives with her aunt and uncle. Her dad sent her to live with them because he couldn't take care of her after her mom left. Despite the fact that her aunt and uncle are very kind to her, Hayden lives in a neighborhood with few children and is very lonely. In addition to this, she wants nothing more than to live with her father again, but every time she asks to live with him he makes excuses as to why she cannot. One day, Hayden finds an abandoned puppy, who she names Samantha. From that day on, things will never be the same again. Will Hayden's life change for the better?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAshlee Craft
    Release dateJun 7, 2013
    ISBN9781301114252
    Samantha
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    Ashlee Craft

    Ashlee Craft is an author, poet, artist, musician, filmmaker, & photographer. She has written more than 45 books in a variety of genres, & publishes a monthly art & poetry zine called Assemblage. Ashlee is also the CEO of the publishing company Freedom Meadow Media, & has been featured in a segment on Fox News. She can be found writing on her blog, Ashlee Craft's World, creating art, & living by her life-is-a-playground ideology.

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      Samantha - Ashlee Craft

      Samantha

      Ashlee Craft

      Ashlee Craft

      Copyright 2013 Ashlee Craft

      Smashwords Edition

      Text copyright © 2013 by Ashlee Craft

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the author.

      All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

      Cover art by Ashlee Craft

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      Chapter 1

      People always said I was lucky, but just because you’re lucky doesn’t mean you’re happy with the way things are.

      Despite the fact that I am only eleven and a half, I have a surprisingly good idea of what it means to be lucky, and whether or not someone might consider me to be lucky, my life has been far from easy.

      My mother had left Dad and I when I was just three years old. Dad, overtaken by his grief and anger at my mother for leaving, pawned me off on my Uncle Tom and Aunt Susan. Sure, Dad came to visit me a couple of times a year, but I knew that he didn’t want me back with him. He wanted to forget about me.

      Every time Dad phoned and told me he was coming to see me, I would hope that the reason for his visit would be to tell me that he had found a steady job and was bringing me home.

      That was never the case, despite my wishes.

      Dad always had some sort of excuse about why I couldn’t come home. One Christmas, his excuse was that he had lost his job. Another year, he claimed his house was too small. No matter how many excuses he made, I knew the truth – he missed Mom and wouldn’t let himself get attached to anyone else, ever again.

      But still, no matter how many times he lied about why I couldn’t come back, I still loved him.

      Every Christmas he would ask me what I wanted most, and every year I would reply that I wanted to come back home. He would gently explain that things weren’t how they should be, or how he didn’t have enough money to take care of me.

      The excuses grew in number as time wore on, and I remained in the same suburban house that belonged to Uncle Tom and Aunt Susan.

      I can’t complain about their house – I have my own room, a big backyard to play in, and I'm allowed to get a lot of things that I want because Uncle Tom and Aunt Susan make a decent income.

      Because I love art so much, Aunt Susan frequently takes me to the store in her red VW Bug and buy me paints and brushes, or anything else that I need for my artistic creations. Basically, if I am to ask for it, she will get it for me as long as it was a reasonable request.

      Aunt Susan has medium length reddish-brown hair and brown eyes that light up when she laughs, while Uncle Tom has short brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Aunt Susan is usually wearing at least one hand-made item, such as a crocheted shawl, braided bracelet, or knitted hat, in addition to jeans and an artistic blouse. Uncle Tom is an architect and usually wears classy looking clothing, like white cotton dress shirts and black dress pants.

      It would seem that I had everything. If I told someone how unhappy I was, they’d probably go on and on about how I was lucky things had turned out as well as they had.

      I know I am lucky, but being lucky doesn’t necessarily make a person happy.

      No matter how big my bedroom is, or how nice the back yard is, or even the fact that I can get the things I want, I am missing something.

      I need a friend.

      Aunt Susan and Uncle Tom live in an older neighborhood that has few children. Out of the few that are in the neighborhood, most of them aren’t my age. There is a girl down the street, whom I see occasionally when Aunt Susan, Uncle Tom, and I walk through the neighborhood, but she is about five years older than me. In addition to this, Aunt Susan had decided from day one that I would be home school, and took it upon herself to teach me. This is good and everything, but it isolates me even further.

      The other kids in the area are all friends with each other, as they go to the same school, and because of this, they always leave me out of their games. I want to be friends with them, but my smiles and invitations to friendship are shunned. They have enough friends already and don’t want me.

      After I realized that befriending them was impossible, I began to spend most of my time drawing and painting in my room. In my artwork, I can put my feelings into a picture. I can find the answers to my questions and understand my feelings a little better.

      Right now, I’m painting a picture of a daffodil, just about to bloom. That’s how I feel – any moment I

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