A/N my first non High School Musical fic :D I thought of this in bed the other night, it's a short kinda parody-ish thing and in no way represents my real writing abilities :D It would have been up sooner documents wern't working.

Samara becomes Sam

Samara sat atop her mum's kitchen unit, the warm April sun beaming in through the open windows. She casually swung her legs back and forth, wrinkling her small nose as she removed the grape flavoured Laffy Taffy bar from her mouth, the candy glistening with saliva. Looking down to the hallway Samara caught sight of her mother, her unnaturally black eyes penetrating her, as Anna Morgan stood on the phone, her back to her daughter as she continued to talk in hushed tones.

Giggling slightly, Samara hoped of from the counter, her eyes resting on a pair of scissors as she glided over to them her small bony milk white hands latching onto them as she brought them towards her thick black curtain of hair smiling as she did so.

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Anna Morgan held the phone closer to her mouth, as she felt Samara's eyes on her.

"Can you take her? I can't deal with her anymore"

A small tear rolled from her cheek as she thought back to all the times with her daughter, not one happy memory entering her brain. She turned on the spot her eyes training to the living room, where the family T.V began to flicker, a small picture of a ring appearing in the centre before zooming of the screen, harsh black and white lines now darting across.

"Samara"

Dropping the phone to the ground she spun, the phone still off the hook lying unused on the floor, a faint voice echoing from it. Anna screamed as she entered the kitchen, her eyes wide and alarmed as she looked down to the young girl in front of her.

"Sa-Samara?"

"It's Sam now"

Her voice appeared deeper and her hair was now short and cropped. Samara smiled sadistically up at her mother a large grin erupting onto her pale and broken face, as her hard black eyes penetrated her mother's hard icy exterior. Samara's dress had been ripped and finger marks were clearly visible were her short and bitten nails had tried to attack the clean fabric.

"This can't be happening! Its ok your hair will grow back, we'll-we'll just get you some therapy"

Samara just continued to laugh, her voice deep and raw as she tugged her knickers to the floor as she looked at her mother one last time, smiling before pulling up her dress. Anna gasped as she set her eyes on the once smooth patch of skin that belonged to her daughter; well it seemed her son now. Screaming Anna covered her hands with her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head, her shrill scream fading as she fell to the floor her head hitting the counter as she went.