This story does not pertain to any real people, living or dead. If it does, it is merely an odd coincidence.
Scarlett stared blankly at her homework. Without a clear intention in mind, she picked up her pen, and started doodling ponies. Suddenly, a dark shape loomed over her. Scarlett, being the observant girl that she is, kept doodling, unaware of her impending doom.
"Scarlett." A deep voice boomed. Scarlett shrieked in terror, and fell off her chair. From her awkward position on the floor, she looked up through a tangle of arms and legs, and squinted into the light. Her face broke into a grin.
"Hey Samuel!" She chirped as she scrambled back up. 'Samuel' glowered at her.
"My name is NOT Samuel." He growled. Scarlett ignored him.
"Whatever you say, Samuel." She smirked.
"You asked for it!" 'Samuel' cried, thrusting out a rubber ducky. Scarlett gasped, and stumbled back a few paces.
"Oh no!" she cried, "NOT THE RUBBER DUCKY!" 'Samuel' chuckled evilly.
"Why, yes, the rubber ducky." He waved it in her face. Scarlett paled, and dropped to her knees.
"Please, I swear! Not the rubber ducky! I'll never call you 'Samuel' again!" She cried fearfully. 'Samuel' smiled triumphantly, and lowered the ducky.
"Very well, then. What's my name?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I can't hear you, Scarlett."
"Sam." She muttered.
"I still can't hear you!"
"SAM!" Scarlett shrieked.
"Better. Much better." Sam smiled at his victory, as Scarlett slowly rose from her knees.
Suddenly, she plucked the ducky from his grasp, and tossed it out the window. Sam gasped.
"Not the ducky!" He whispered tragically. Scarlett grinned.
"See you later… Samuel." She sang as she skipped out of the room, leaving Sam behind to mourn the loss of his beloved yellow bath toy.