The Will

Summary: Three teenagers are thrown into a fight for their lives and a struggle for their faith. Will they fulfill the reason for their kidnapping and escape with their lives, or will tragedy strike?

Hi. I started working on this in about August of 2004 and finished it about three weeks ago. It originally wasn't intended to be a fanfiction, but I figured that it would make a really good one, so I decided to post it. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

Chapter One

Sam Hatcher sat at her computer typing out a story as she so often did. Her karaoke machine sat next to her, and it was playing a CD by Michael W. Smith. Sam loved to listen to Michael W. Smith at any time, but especially when she needed encouragement. She could listen to the lyrics of the songs, and she would be comforted. Sam always prayed to be a light to the dark world, but she had no idea how much of a light she would get to be in those next few months. Sam was only fourteen, but she knew that God could use her in powerful and moving ways. He had before. All she had to do was listen for God's will in her life, but that was often hard. It isn't easy to focus and concentrate on God's voice when everybody and everything around you dejects Him and tells you otherwise.

Sam took her hands off the keyboard and clenched them in fists to give them a little bit of rest. That night was a youth group night. Sam always looked forward to youth group. There were so many fun people, and she always felt God's presence. She always listened, but she normally didn't get anything from God during youth group. She continued to listen anyway, in case God decided to speak to her then. The Lord moves in mysterious ways. Sam laughed. How many times had she heard that statement before? It was always true, Sam knew; but she had kind of worn it out by reading and hearing it so many times. Sam laughed again. Suddenly, she heard her sister calling her up to take her shower. Sam sighed, closed her document, paused her karaoke machine, grabbed her clothes, and headed upstairs. Maybe she'd have time to work on her story after she got ready for youth group. "Hi, Mom," she said as she came out of the room that she shared with her sister. "I'm going to go take my shower."

"Hi," her mother replied. She sat on the couch grading papers, because Sam and her younger sister were home schooled. "Okay," her mother acknowledged. Sam walked up the stairs, greeted her younger sister who was going down the stairs, and walked into the bathroom. She shut both doors, undressed, and got into the shower. She had a lot of adrenalin and excitement. She was always excited about youth group and seeing friends and getting to be around Godly role models. Sam stepped under the warm water of the shower and began to think about all the funny and awesome things that happened at youth group. Sam learned a lot of things about youth group. The most important social thing that she learned was not to play mafia with her seventeen-year-old friend David. He had just turned seventeen, but he was seventeen all the same. He was way too smart for mafia, and Sam often thought that he shouldn't be allowed to play mafia. She had found out the hard way that he was a smart player, being kicked out because he formed such a high case against her. True, she had been part of the mafia; but he could have been a little gentler. Sam laughed as she turned off the shower and stepped out. There were so many funny things that happened when David was around. He was an amazing person, and Sam never took that for granted. There weren't a lot like him, especially because of the fact that he loved God so much.

Sam stepped out of the shower, put her clothes on, and did her hair. She put it in a simple ponytail. She opened both doors to the bathroom and took her dirty clothes downstairs and dumped them in the hamper. Then, she walked back upstairs and looked around for something to have for supper. Her eyes caught the time. "Jiminy Christmas!" she cried. It was time to go. Sam looked around wildly for something that she could have on the way. She ended up grabbing a deli sandwich that she was supposed to have eaten yesterday. She grabbed the container with the sandwich just as her father came upstairs and said that it was time to go. Sam smiled and said silently, "Thank you Lord."

Sam, her sister, her father, and her mother all piled into her mother's Durango. Sam quickly ate her sandwich and took a little drink of her mother's water bottle. Then, she started talking about a new person in the youth group. She said his name was Cale, and she went on to describe him. "Oh, yeah!" her mother suddenly exclaimed. Sam looked at her quizzically. "We know him," her mother continued. "We're actually pretty good friends with his parents. We're planning on getting together this Saturday. You're going to come, too. We're not going to leave you two alone at the house at night." Sam and her family lived in a not-too-good area, only made worse by the fact that her father was a cop. Sam's mother was very protective.

"It's a good thing you're getting to know him. He's a very good kid. I think you'll find him very interesting," Sam's father put in. He smiled into the mirror, and Sam smiled back. She meant it. She loved to hang out with guys and get to know new people. She thought that it would be very fun to get to know Cale. From what she had already seen, he was very cool.

Finally, Sam arrived at the church. She told her family goodbye and walked into the church to get out of the cold air of the winter. She heard her family leave to go to their own small group, and Sam walked downstairs to see if her friend was there. She and her friend usually talked and walked around for a while before youth group started, but her friend wasn't there yet. Sam shrugged and walked upstairs and into the sanctuary, where the youth band was practicing.

Sam looked around at all the people in the sanctuary. It was unusual. Usually, she was the only one in the sanctuary. Either she would be the only one, or she and one of the female singers' friends would be there with her. This time, the female leader of the youth group named Melissa and some other girls were there, and they were all talking. They were talking pretty loudly as well. Sam took a seat towards the middle of the sanctuary and listened as the band started to play. Sam stared mainly at the two acoustic guitars that David and his brother were playing. She looked at how they moved their fingers and how their hands were positioned.

Finally, practice ended. "All right. Shush guys. We're going to pray now," David said. Finally, everybody quieted down. David prayed a short prayer and finished it. Sam smiled. She wondered why David always finished his prayers so quickly. His "in Jesus' name, amen" was so quick that you almost couldn't understand it.

Sam walked up close to the stage and listened as everybody started talking. She watched as one of the female singers named Clare approached David. Clare started talking to him about something that had happened at her school. Greg, the male leader of youth group and Melissa's husband, walked next to David and Clare and asked David, "How do you hear that?"

Sam nearly burst out laughing. She had been thinking the same thing. Her being a female enabled her to understand such talking that sounded like it was right out of a cartoon being quickened, but she wondered how David could understand. Probably years of being around her and other girls, Sam thought. "I don't know," she heard David say. "I just do." Sam grinned as Clare continued her story. Greg shook his head and walked off. In a few more seconds, Clare finished her story and went to talk with the other girls. David started to work on his guitar. He continually plucked different strings, and Sam listened between his playing and his brother's playing. His brother, Nick, had gotten a guitar and started playing songs that the girls sang along to.

Finally, David stopped messing with his guitar and put it down. Sam jumped on the chance. "Hey, are you going to be able to make it to the youth fun night this Friday?" she asked. She highly doubted it. David had a job, and Sam had perceived that he usually worked on Fridays.

"No," David confirmed. "I have to work that night. I usually have to work on Fridays." Sam nodded and walked over to stand diagonally from Nick. To her great surprise, he looked at her for a couple of seconds. Then he looked back to play his guitar. Sam was surprised at what he had done, because he usually never acknowledged her presence. He had only said her name once when she was around him, and he usually never looked at her even when he was talking to her. Sam didn't know why, but she was sure that he had his reasons. She wasn't going to probe or try to get his attention.

Sam watched as David sat down on the steps next to everybody else and started talking with them. In the middle of a few sentences, he had coughed. Sam sympathized with him. She had had the same cough. It was a viral cough that was going around. It usually lasted from two to four weeks. Sam wondered how long he had had it so far.

It was really hot in the sanctuary, and Sam had nothing else to do. She didn't really talk to the girls of youth group, and she wasn't one to intrude on other conversations and just join in. She walked out of the sanctuary and started walking down the stairs. Somebody else was walking up. "Hey, Adam," Sam said.

Adam looked up. "Oh, hey. Want to play soccer?" he asked. The two friends often played soccer in the hallway before the time that youth group was officially started.

"Sure," Sam replied. She followed him down the steps and saw that he was going to get the soccer ball. She went straight into the hallway and to her place. Adam kicked it to her, and she kicked it back. They continued like that for a while, each trying to get past the other one. Sam blocked Adam's kicks continually, while Adam was better at kicks than blocking. One time, Sam kicked the ball really hard; but it hit the wall. Sam stamped her foot down. "Darn it," she whispered.

After a few more minutes, the two decided to quit. Sam put the ball up as people continued to fill up the youth room. "I need some help," Greg said. Adam asked when he didn't need help. Sam smiled at that. Greg and another one of the youth boys cleared the recreational part of the youth room to where there was nothing left on the carpet.

Greg explained the rules to a game called "Disabled basketball." The people playing had to sit in folding chairs while trying to get a foursquare ball into a trash can on each side of the room. The people playing could move, but they had to keep their butts glued to the folding chairs.

Sam decided that it would be fun, and she was always into sports. Greg divided the teams up by way of birth date. Everybody born from January first to May thirty-first was on one team. The rest were on the other team. Sam was on a team with both David and Nick. She did a lot of running around, and she did some pretty good shots, too. She felt really sorry for David and Nick. During a short pause in the game, she told David, "You and your brother are going to have a lot of bruises after this."

"Yeah," David replied with a smile. Sam laughed. Everybody kept pulling David's chair out from under him, and both David and Nick tried to do some crazy shots and blocks. Most of them didn't work, but they did succeed in either the folding chair collapsing or David or Nick falling off of the folding chair.

The game finally ended when the team opposite the one Sam was on won with ten points, one point per scored shot. Sam knew that she and her team had played a good game, though. They had obtained eight points and a whole lot of bruises. Sam grinned as she put her folding chair back and went into the part of the youth room where the lesson and most of the time worship was given.

This time, there was going to be no lesson. The youth were having worship upstairs. Everybody headed upstairs, and Sam got a good seat in the first row on the side furthest from the door that the youth had entered from. The youth band walked up to the stage, Greg prayed, and the youth band played. There was about forty-five minutes of worship and a kind of intermission. Then, everything ended. The youth band packed up and went downstairs or outside, followed by the rest of the youth.

Sam's father came soon after that, and she and her father drove home. Sam told her father everything that had happened that night, and she felt even more excited than usual. It was probably because of what had taken place that night and that there was a youth fun night on Friday.

When they got home, Sam told the same things to her sister Jessica. Sam and Jessica were really close, even though they did totally different things. Neither went to the same class on Sundays. In fact, Sam didn't go to a class at all. She stayed upstairs where the adults were. Neither Sam nor Jessica went to the same thing on Wednesday nights. Both had different parties or get-togethers to go to. Both had different friends, and both had extremely different tastes. However, they were both closer than most siblings.

Soon after that, it was time for Sam and Jessica to go to bed. Their mother had already gone to bed, but they said their goodnights to their dad. They used the bathroom, got drinks, and climbed into bed. Both were excited, because they had the next day off. They were both asleep very soon.

"Bye, Jessica!" Sam called. Her father was about to drive her to the church for the youth fun night. At about six-thirty, all the youth going would be driven to the E.D.G.E. for two games of laser tag, pizza, and soda.

"Bye, Sam!" Jessica called back just as Sam closed the door. She ran after her father and hopped in his truck. Her father started the truck and drove off towards the church. He asked Sam about who was going and where they were going and what they were doing. Sam answered all the questions politely, but it was very hard. She was so excited.

Finally, they made it to the church. Sam reminded her father that they would be getting back at ten, and she kissed him goodbye. She also reminded him that nobody had to get up early in the morning, so they could let her stay after the fun night with her friends longer than she had to. Her father agreed, and he drove off.

Sam walked inside the church and downstairs. Everybody was down there, and it was like a regular youth night. Sam saw Clare and her friend named Tara. They went to the regular youth group, but they had brought two friends with them. They had said that they might. Sam was right. She had thought that one of them would be the one that they had brought as a guest the month before, and she was right about that, too. His name was Shane. That was about the only thing that Sam knew about him. She knew that he had just turned fourteen, too. The reason she didn't and couldn't get to know him was because all the girls in youth were obsessed with him. Sam could never get a word in. She had never given up on getting to know him and trying to be a light to him, but she wasn't sure if she would be able to.

Suddenly, Sam noticed that he was looking at her. He had looked her over the first time they met, and he was doing it again. Sam smiled and waved, but Shane didn't smile or wave back. He continued to look her over. Finally, Sam turned away and tried to find one of her friends. Adam wasn't going to the youth fun night because he was at his dad's house, and his dad wanted to be around him as long as he could.

Sam glanced once more at Shane, and her eye caught someone else. She looked over at where she had seen him. She thought she had to be dreaming. Didn't he say he wasn't coming? Sure enough, it was he. "David!" she exclaimed. David looked over at her as she sprinted to him. "You made it! I thought you weren't coming tonight," Sam said.

"I thought so, too," David replied. "As it turns out, I wasn't scheduled to work. Somebody else who needs the money more than I do is. I decided I'd come to the youth fun night. I decided that it wouldn't hurt, and it'd be really fun."

"Well, that's good," Sam replied. "Good luck. You're going to need it."

"You know, for a first timer you're pretty cocky," David noted.

"And I suppose you've played laser tag a hundred times before," Sam said, crossing her arms.

"Actually, I think I have. I lost count," David replied.

"Well, you may be the better at mafia Mr. Loudmouth; but I'll be the better at laser tag. You'll see, and you'll be begging for mercy," Sam replied.

"I'm sure," David replied. Sam laughed and walked off. She had found out the hard way that it wasn't smart to play mafia with David. He had known that she was mafia on the first heads up. Now, Sam was going to get payback. She was going to beat him at laser tag. It was the least she could do to pay him back.

After a few more minutes, Sam became lost. She wasn't really lost, but she didn't know where to go or who to talk to. Suddenly, Tara called Sam. Sam looked up and walked over to Tara's beckoning. "This is Sarah," Tara said, introducing a teenaged girl that Tara and Clare had brought as a guest. "And you've already met Shane."

Sam smiled to be polite, and she shook Sarah's hand. "Hi," she said politely. "I'm Sam. It's good to see you again, Shane." Shane didn't wave, answer, or smile.

"Oh, come on you stubborn-head," Tara said. "Be nice. She's trying to be polite. I know you may not take a great interest in her, but you can at least greet her."

"Hi," Shane said coldly. Sam's smile didn't waver as she greeted him back. Suddenly, a voice from behind her called Sam's name. Sam spun around and saw her best friend Chelsea waving at her and calling her name. Chelsea was in youth group, but she wasn't going to the youth fun night because she had a play at her school, and she was in it.

"Sorry to leave so soon. It was nice meeting you," Sam said to Sarah and Shane. She ran off to talk to her friend. "Hi, Chelsea!" Sam cried.

"Hi, Sam," Chelsea replied. They hugged each other, and Chelsea had some very surprising news. "I'm going to Florida next week!" Chelsea exclaimed.

"No way!" Sam cried. Their best friend Rae had moved to Florida. They still kept in touch, but they didn't get to see each other. "No fair!" Sam cried again.

"And you can't go," Chelsea joked. She hadn't meant it as mean, but it was a joke. Sam played along with the joke. Her mouth dropped open, she dropped her head in her hands, turned around, and started fake crying. "I was just kidding," Chelsea said, putting a hand on Sam's back.

Sam pulled away from the touch. "You're mean," she said. Finally, she stopped fake crying. "You'll be sure to get me some good pictures, right?" Sam asked.

"Of course," Chelsea said.

"Make sure to get a whole bunch of Rae and Kelsey," Sam said, referring to Rae and her sister.

"I will," Chelsea agreed. Suddenly, Chelsea's father told her it was time to go. "Bye!" Chelsea said.

"Bye!" Sam replied. She waved and watched as her best friend disappeared around the corner and up the stairs.

Suddenly, someone cried, "Sam, look out!" Sam barely had time to look to her left before she half-flipped half-somersaulted out of the way of an incoming soccer ball. She got up, walked over to the soccer ball, and put it back where it belonged on a shelf over a table.

"Are you okay?" Cale asked, running over to her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you the one that warned me?" Sam replied.

"Yeah," Cale said, blushing. "Actually, I'm the one that threw the ball." He looked down at the ground shamefully. "Sorry. I was trying to hit Kelly."

"It's all right. No one was hurt, and I have a hard head. Even if it had hit me, it wouldn't have hurt me too bad," Sam replied cheerfully.

"Thanks," Cale said.

"No problem," Sam replied. Suddenly, Greg called out that it was time to go. Everybody went outside to the vans and piled in. The only two seats left after Sam let everybody else in was one next to Kelly and one next to David. Sam didn't hesitate. She took the seat next to David. She really didn't like Kelly. Kelly was always disruptive, and Sam thought of her as a bad influence. That didn't mean that Sam was mean to her or tried to bring her down. Actually, it was quite the opposite. Sam tried to be nice to her and be a light to her, but Kelly was always mean to Sam, so Sam didn't think that sitting next to her was such a good idea.

She was only one row up from Kelly, and Kelly took this opportunity. "Ooh, your girlfriend, David," Kelly said. Sam blushed and put her head down. She had made a mistake telling Kelly that she liked David. Kelly had in turn told David. Sam had been younger and just getting to know him, and she kind of had a crush on him then. Now, she understood better; but Kelly still teased her.

"Kelly," David warned. "That's not nice. Don't be mean to her." Sam blushed even brighter. Now she had David sticking up for her. She had just started the ride to the E.D.G.E., and it was already going horribly wrong.

"No," Sam said, suddenly having a strong urge to stick up for herself. "No. Kelly, if you want to be mean to me, go ahead. It's not the right thing to do, but if you really want to, you can. It's lies you're spreading around anyway. I've already talked to him, and I'm older and wiser now. I was just getting to know him, and I made a mistake in telling you that I liked him. If you want to continue to tease me, that's fine with me. I can live with it, but can you? If you have a clear conscience, you won't be able to. If you don't, then you will be able to. I'm just going to tell you flat out right now. I like David as a friend and nothing more. I'm not sure if he likes me as a friend, but I'm positive that he doesn't think of me as anything else bigger than that right now."

David was surprised at what Sam had said. Kelly was taken off guard, too. Both took a moment before either spoke. "Of course I think of you as a friend," David said. "You're one of the kindest and most considerate people I've met. I really like you as a person and as a friend, but you're right. I don't think of you as anything else. I'm glad you don't think of me as anything else, either."

"Thanks," Sam said. "Do you have anything to say, Kelly?" Sam turned around and looked at Kelly. Kelly was stumped. She had no comeback, which was unusual because she usually did. Sam knew that Kelly wasn't one to be really mean in front of David, but she would any other time. She had tried to throw a soccer ball at Sam's head once. Luckily, it missed. It was going at a high speed, and it would've really hurt Sam if it had hit her.

"I guess I won't tease you about that anymore," Kelly said to the great surprise of both David and Sam. "If you don't like him as anything else but a friend, I won't tease you guys anymore," Kelly finished. Then, she started talking with her two other friends.

"Problem solved," David said, turning back to face in front of him.

"I don't think so," Sam replied. "Just wait. She might not tease me in front of you, but she will tease me and be mean to me. She tried to throw a soccer ball at a high speed at my head once. Luckily, it missed."

"That's a good thing," David said. "Soccer balls hurt."

"Tell me about it," Sam replied. David looked at her quizzically. "I play soccer with Adam nearly every youth night. He has a mean kick," Sam explained with a smile. David smiled back.

"I've never played soccer with Adam, but I'm sure he does have a mean kick," David said with a twinkle in his eye. Suddenly, Kelly and the two other girls in the back row started singing "Redneck Woman" by Gretchen Wilson. Sam turned her head down and put it in her hands. "Is something wrong?" David asked.

"Yeah. I'm not allowed to listen to that song," Sam replied, pointing her thumb to the three girls in the back. "I can see why. It's got some bad stuff and a continually repeated bad word."

"Hey, Kelly. Can you guys stop singing that? It's a bad song, anyway," David asked.

"It's not a bad song," Kelly replied. "It's really cool. So is 'Here for the Party'."

Sam whipped her head up and around to look at Kelly. "Have you even listened to the lyrics of either of those songs?" Sam asked. "Those are bad songs! Both of them are horrible. They're especially not proper for a youth at church to be singing. There are much better songs on the radio or sung by either the youth or adult band to sing. I'm sure you could find one. The songs that you are singing are not right and do not glorify God in any way. In fact, they bring Him down and break Him up."

"I'll sing whatever I want. Thank you very much!" Kelly shot back.

"Look, I didn't mean to start an argument. I was just trying to point out that those songs are not right and are in no way glorifying to God. We should listen and sing stuff that builds God up not tears him down," Sam said.

"I'll bet your parents told that those songs aren't proper," Kelly said. "You're parents are nothing like my parents. They're way stricter. I know you want to sing it. Sing it. Your parents will never know. They're not here."

"First of all, I wouldn't want to sing or listen to those songs whether or not my parents told me to. I have a good relationship with God, and Christians are supposed to shun evil. Second of all, my parents would find out. If they didn't find out by somebody's slip of the tongue, they would find out by God; or I would tell them. I can't live with a guilty conscience. Now, you can continue to sing those songs even though I'm not allowed to listen to them if you want; but I'm not going to participate in it. Those songs are not right, and they're not proper," Sam replied. With that, she looked forward, crossed her arms, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" David asked soothingly.

"I'm fine," Sam replied. "I'm calming myself before I lose it and blow my top. I'm known to do that. I'm trying to be a good example and a light to the dark world. I can't do that when I'm angry or have a bad attitude. If I get a bad attitude, I'll start snapping at everybody that I talk to. I don't want that to happen."

Just then, the person next to David decided to talk to him, and the girls in the back quieted down. Sam decided to sing softly to herself. She started singing "O Praise Him" by the David Crowder Band. Suddenly, she looked up and saw David looking at her. She stopped singing. "What's wrong?" David asked.

"Nothing," Sam replied.

"Then why did you stop singing?" David asked.

"Oh, um, I sing for fun," Sam said.

"Could you keep going?" David asked.

"Um, okay," Sam replied. She was on the bridge of the song, and she started from there. Soon, David joined her. Sam looked up and smiled through her singing. Suddenly, loud singing from the back interrupted them. Kelly and her friends started singing Avril Lavinge's "Leave."

"Kelly," David said. "That was very rude. Sam and I were singing a song, and you deliberately interrupted."

"Sorry," Kelly said, not really meaning it.

Sam tugged on David's shirtsleeve. "Just let them sing. I'm tired of talking, and I don't want a fight. Just leave them be. We'll be at the E.D.G.E. soon enough," she said. David agreed and started talking with his other friend.

Sam was right. Within a matter of minutes, they had reached their destination. Everybody hopped out of the vans. It was done by row, and Sam was closest to the door. She started to get out when Kelly pushed her out of the way. She landed right on top of David. David helped her up as Kelly and her friends got out of the van. "I'm so sorry," Sam told David.

"Kelly's the one that should be sorry," David replied. "You did nothing wrong." Sam, David, and the other boy in the row named Justin got out of the van and followed the rest of the youth over to where Greg was standing.

"All right," Greg started. "This is going to be a fun night, but there are also safety precautions. There have been injuries while playing laser tag, and it is especially common to have injuries when everybody's roughhousing and running everywhere. So I ask you to please be careful. Don't run around like a maniac while we're playing laser tag. That's all I have to say. Now let's go inside, eat, and have fun!"

The youth followed Greg inside and to a set of tables where everybody sat down. Sam had nowhere to sit. The girls were at a table by themselves, while the boys were at another table. Some girls moved over to the boy table, while some boys were at the girl table. Sam didn't want to sit at the girl table, because the girls were obsessing over Shane. She didn't want to sit at the boy table, because she was afraid that she wouldn't be welcome. Afraid? Sam thought to herself. I'm not afraid. I'm always the one out of my friends that's so bold and does all the daring stuff. I'm never afraid or embarrassed. With that, Sam made up her mind. She walked over to the boy table and sat down. Immediately, someone asked, "Sam, will you sing for us?"

"What?" Sam asked in confusion. She wasn't sure that she'd heard right.

"Sing. David's been saying all this good stuff about your singing. I want to see if any of it's true," the person, now identified as one of the electric guitarists in the band named Eric, replied.

"Um, okay, sure," Sam said, getting more confident with every word. She started singing a song to Sonic Racing, a CD-ROM for the computer. She stopped after the first verse. Everyone remained quiet. "Well?" Sam asked.

"David, why did you tell us such things of her singing?" Eric asked. Sam looked confused. Did they not like her singing? "It's so much better than what you said."

"Thanks," Sam said with a smile. Then she spotted a new person at the table. He was sitting next to Jason, so she assumed he was Jason's friend. She looked around and saw her friend Jack sitting a few seats away from the new boy.

Suddenly, everybody started getting up. Sam followed anybody she could see. She followed Clare and was led over to a game of air hockey. There, Cale and another girl named Kayla were playing a game of air hockey. Kayla had six points, meaning that if she got another point she would win. Cale had one point, but he came back and won the game.

Sam then walked over to a game of DDR Max, where Jack, his brother Matt, and the new boy were standing. Actually, a more correct way of putting it would be that Jack was watching while Matt and the new boy were battling it out dancing. The new boy quickly struck out, but Matt continued to dance for quite a while. Finally, the game ended. The two boys were about to start another game, but the youth were called for pizza. Sam, Jack, Matt, and the new boy walked back to the table and started eating pizza.

The pizza was eaten fairly quickly, and Sam just walked around looking at different things or people. She spotted Cale and Kayla playing another game of air hockey. This time, Cale had the upper hand with five points. Kayla had zero points. Sam squeezed in behind the air hockey table and against the wall on the side that was closest to Cale. Cale scored another point. He only needed one more point to win. Sam watched the fierce battle for the next point. In the end, Kayla stayed with zero points. Cale won.

Sam walked over and noticed the new boy playing another game of DDR Max. She walked over and stood right behind the game. She watched as he played, barely missing a beat. She had thought that both him and Matt were really good, but Jack had told her that both used to be better. She thought they were pretty good now. She didn't know how they could be better. She continued to watch for quite a while.