OOC: GRRR, her name is Owens not Smith!LOL I started out with Marybeth Smith, but decided I didnt' want that.LOL Samantha Owens was doing her best to keep the house tidy. With all the mourners presents it wasn't an easy job and since housework was her least favorite thing on the planet, there was no way she'd be doing this for just anybody. However Marissa Morgan had been her best friend since second grade, when they joined forces to rid the playground of Billy Thornton, but biggest 7 year old bully in the history of the world, at least as far as they were concerned. They'd been through a lot in the years since, seen tragedies and happiness, broken hearts and one wedding, Samantha's, which ended shortly there after in divorce. Samantha had no idea how she would have survived this long if it weren't for Marissa. Now, her friend needed her and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure she got through all of this. She wasn't at the reading of the will, not in the room, but she was in the house. Things seemed to shifted somehow. In fact, it didn't get by her that her friend had jumped ship without even saying see you later. However, Samantha had an idea where to go. Marissa always went to the same place when she was upset, worried, needed to think. It never failed, she was as predictible as the sun rise about some things. After finishing up what she hoped was he last batch of dishes for the millenium, she hung up her dish rag and headed for the door, daring everyone she passed to eat anything thing else. Of course this was only with her eyes, she would never say anything like that out loud, but the message got across, of that she was quite sure. Samantha Smith was doing her best to keep the house tidy. With all the mourners presents it wasn't an easy job and since housework was her least favorite thing on the planet, there was no way she'd be doing this for just anybody. However Marissa Morgan had been her best friend since second grade, when they joined forces to rid the playground of Billy Thornton, but biggest 7 year old bully in the history of the world, at least as far as they were concerned. They'd been through a lot in the years since, seen tragedies and happiness, broken hearts and one wedding, Samantha's, which ended shortly there after in divorce. Samantha had no idea how she would have survived this long if it weren't for Marissa. Now, her friend needed her and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure she got through all of this. She wasn't at the reading of the will, not in the room, but she was in the house. Things seemed to shifted somehow. In fact, it didn't get by her that her friend had jumped ship without even saying see you later. However, Samantha had an idea where to go. Marissa always went to the same place when she was upset, worried, needed to think. It never failed, she was as predictible as the sun rise about some things. After finishing up what she hoped was he last batch of dishes for the millenium, she hung up her dish rag and headed for the door, daring everyone she passed to eat anything thing else. Of course this was only with her eyes, she would never say anything like that out loud, but the message got across, of that she was quite sure. Samantha Smith was doing her best to keep the house tidy. With all the mourners presents it wasn't an easy job and since housework was her least favorite thing on the planet, there was no way she'd be doing this for just anybody. However Marissa Morgan had been her best friend since second grade, when they joined forces to rid the playground of Billy Thornton, but biggest 7 year old bully in the history of the world, at least as far as they were concerned. They'd been through a lot in the years since, seen tragedies and happiness, broken hearts and one wedding, Samantha's, which ended shortly there after in divorce. Samantha had no idea how she would have survived this long if it weren't for Marissa. Now, her friend needed her and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure she got through all of this. She wasn't at the reading of the will, not in the room, but she was in the house. Things seemed to shifted somehow. In fact, it didn't get by her that her friend had jumped ship without even saying see you later. However, Samantha had an idea where to go. Marissa always went to the same place when she was upset, worried, needed to think. It never failed, she was as predictible as the sun rise about some things. After finishing up what she hoped was he last batch of dishes for the millenium, she hung up her dish rag and headed for the door, daring everyone she passed to eat anything thing else. Of course this was only with her eyes, she would never say anything like that out loud, but the message got across, of that she was quite sure. Samantha Owens was doing her best to keep the house tidy. With all the mourners presents it wasn't an easy job and since housework was her least favorite thing on the planet, there was no way she'd be doing this for just anybody. However Marissa Morgan had been her best friend since second grade, when they joined forces to rid the playground of Billy Thornton, but biggest 7 year old bully in the history of the world, at least as far as they were concerned. They'd been through a lot in the years since, seen tragedies and happiness, broken hearts and one wedding, Samantha's, which ended shortly there after in divorce. Samantha had no idea how she would have survived this long if it weren't for Marissa. Now, her friend needed her and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure she got through all of this. She wasn't at the reading of the will, not in the room, but she was in the house. Things seemed to shifted somehow. In fact, it didn't get by her that her friend had jumped ship without even saying see you later. However, Samantha had an idea where to go. Marissa always went to the same place when she was upset, worried, needed to think. It never failed, she was as predictible as the sun rise about some things. After finishing up what she hoped was he last batch of dishes for the millenium, she hung up her dish rag and headed for the door, daring everyone she passed to eat anything thing else. Of course this was only with her eyes, she would never say anything like that out loud, but the message got across, of that she was quite sure. Samantha left the house and hopped into her car driving straight to Marissa's favorite hiding place. She parked and got out of the car, spotting her friend almost immediately. She walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey Reese you all right?" Sammy
