"Oh here is a light blue tee shirt sweetie, it will match perfectly. Liftyour arms up." Mommy pulls the little shirt over my head and it barelycomes d...own to the top of my shorts."Mommy this shirt isn't the color blue like my jean shorts or my regularblue shirts, how come you call it blue?"Mommy pulls the little shirt down and she buttons it up in the back."Well sweetie your jean shorts and pants are like dark blue, this top isa light blue or a baby blue, but you're not a baby are you so we call. I understand Sam and how she is." Melanie told Carly. "So no worries." You sure?" Yeah." Alright then. Are you ready to go to sl*ep?" I am exhausted." Melanie admitted."Come on, you can sl*ep in my bed with me, there is plenty of room." Carly said as they started toward her room. "You don't kick in your sl*ep like Sam does, do you?" No. I don't think so." Okay."* * *As Melanie and Carly went to bed, Sam and Freddie were back in his old room, arguing."I can't believe you would tell Melanie. He was relieved, this night, to find that the pretty girl was not Stephanie Meyers, and to learn that it was, in fact, a very charming and outgoing young lady named Amy Wagner. But it was strange, too, that except for certain facial differences, she looked remarkably like Stephanie Meyers.He was more than surprised when Amy called the next afternoon and invited him to join her at the student union for a cup of hot chocolate. He couldn't refuse, even though he thought at the time that he would. And she recognized that her schoolmates mostly fell into one of two groups. Either they were consciously in the same category as her parents, and acting on it, or they were largely clueless and obsessed with trivialities. And some of the teachers were worse, obsessed with what little power they had, and routinely abusing that power. That was when she largely lost her interest in school and her schoolmates.That was when she started joining her friends in their drinking.But she had another lesson.