Carly's POV:

"Sam, stop it!" I scolded. Ugh, I hated that word. Scolded. I wasn't Sam's mother. I shouldn't be telling her not to stand on the monkey bars like she's a five-year-old. Not to mention this park is for five-year-olds.

"Relax, Carls," Sam said as she jumped off. She landed on the wood chips with a thump. "Mama knows what she's doing."

"Sam, come on, we're supposed to meet Freddie at the Groovy Smoothie in five minutes!"

She groaned. "The nub can wait!" Her gaze wandered to a pole on the other side of the park. "Bet you ten bucks I can climb that in under ten seconds."

I eyed the metal pole, covered with scratches and dents. Concrete surrounded it. It was just the kind of thing Sam would be interested in. "Uh...Sam it looks kind of - "

"You have to stop worrying!" she groaned. "Watch, I won't even break a sweat!" She started edging her way up the pole, completely ignoring my warning. Of course.

"Sam, don't! Seriously, you could really hurt yourself!" She rolled her eyes and I bit my lip. What if she fell?

She finally made it to the top, hanging casually by her arms and legs. Sure, she'd been quick, but with me down here worrying, it had felt like hours instead of mere seconds. "See? Nothing to worry about!"

"Great, now come down."

"Hey, Carly, does this bother you?" she asked and let go of the pole with her right hand. She waved to me. "Does it?"

"Sam - "

"What about this?" she asked and took her left leg off. Now she was only clinging by her left hand and right leg.

"Sam!"

"Or this?" She leaned her head back all the way and grinned at me.

"Sam, stop it!" I screamed with such intensity, I actually scared myself.

She examined my expression. "Fine, if it bothers you so much. It's just a joke, Carly." That's when it happened. She slipped off the pole and fell to ground, her head slamming against the pavement with a sickening crack. She didn't even twitch.

"SAM!" I screamed and ran over to her. Her eyes were closed, her head lying against the ground. Maybe she was okay. Maybe she was trying to freak me out. I would have believed myself, if I hadn't seen her hair.

It was soaking. And bright red.

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