The Golden Boys. Episode 1

Episode 1

Samantha

“Samantha!!” I heard grandma yell out from the kitchen

I hurriedly pull off my headset and shoving my phone into my trouser pocket, I walked into the kitchen to meet grandma

“yes grandma you called me”I cooed taking a slice of fried plantain into my mouth

“grandma what type of food are you cooking?” I asked and she stopped slicing the tomatoes she had been slicing and pointed the knife at me
I made my kneels give way and bent my head slightly so she don’t end up chopping off my nose

grandma can be crazy and hostile at times

“that isn’t the reason why I called you, glutton” she cussed and I rolled my eyes at her back view

yikkes!
such an annoying grandma

“okay! why did you called?” I asked placing my folded hands under my boobs

“it’s time to go sell the morning papers Samantha, we have nothing left in the kitchen, we need money least we are all gonna die” she rasp and I hitch my head

grandma had been the one supplying the whole area morning paper but I made her stop supplying the morning papers cause she’s damn old and all we’ve gat

yeah!
we!

well am Samantha Sigmund
I have a younger sister Molly Sigmund
she’s fifteen years old but often behaves like a seven years old kid
well am eighteen years old

I aren’t suppose to be in your gathering right?
cause I aren’t in your class or among any of the big girls league right?
our parents Mr and Mrs Sigmund, are actually late
dad was shot dead while mum died due to the painful dismissal of my dad and she died a month after I lost my father

and ever since then, we’ve been living with dads mum
she’s the best parent or guardian one will ever wish for

Am a white slender girl and I grew up here in Australia alongside my younger sister molly, who kept accusing I and grandma, saying we had made her betray her friends whom she promised she was never gonna leave then,

one most important thing to know about me is that am a music freak, though I can’t sing too well but when it comes to dancing,
yippe!
am always the best
it’s part of me already and am addicted to it.

I never had to see my dad,I guess have often see his face while I had been a kid, but I could remember what my mum looker like cause she’s quiet and often spends time with molly and i, back then when she was still alive.
but my dad was hardly noticed, he’s not home all the time and molly and I missed his warmth and happiness
though mum is more friendly than dad, i still love dad so much
he works really hard to put foods on our table and we never experience lack, we spend money extravagantly but it never got into our head
not until my dad was rescued from an open fight between the cops and robbers on the highway and he was among the unlucky victims

that was when we got to know the full meaning of LACK
in as much as I won’t want to say it, I will revenge for my father some day, no matter what it will take. I must find out my father’s killer

i turned towards grandma who was stirring a big pot which was
placed on top of the cooker

” should i go alone grandma?” i asked and she frowned

“who have you been going with, if not yourself” grandma said as I helped her tie her already losing apron

“grandma today supply is gonna be really stressful and hectic
lemme go with molly please” I pleaded making a baby face and grandma kept mute, obviously digesting my pleas

“grandma!” I called again
“fine! you can go with her, but who’s gonna help me here in preparing breakfast?”she asked and I sighed deeply

“c-mon grandma! you can help yourself like you always do, this isn’t your first time making the meals”I replied gulping down a glass of water

“and what if I say no?”grandma asked and I held the glass half way from my mouth

“no way!! grandma
you’ve given me the nod already!
you said I could go with Molly” I gibbered and she gave me a stare before looking into her cooking pot

“fine! you won” grandma said and I smiled excitedly

Awww….what a relief!
going about selling the morning papers isn’t easy

“should I go call her now?” I asked and she nodded stirring the pot
“and you guys shouldn’t stay long” she added

“okay grandma” I cooed running into the room Molly and I share
“hurry up Molly!
grandma wants you to accompany me in selling the morning papers” I rasp and her eyes widened in surprise

“come off it Samantha, are you being serious?” she asked and I furrowed my brows

“do I look like a joker?
get your ass off that bed and meet me on my bicycle”I said walking out towards my, arranging the papers neatly in the basket attached to it

molly came out minutes later, beeming with smiles
if only she knows how hectic this is

I carried her on the bicycle cross bar and began peddling the bicycle slowly.

we rode a little distance from home and I kept peddling the pedal
suddenly molly screamed, the bicycle had actually hit a guy and he fell down and we fell too with the papers falling off the bicycle I felt so angry

“are you blind?” I yelled and looked up to glance at the boy,
holly mother f**ker!
he looks cute!!….