Sam's step-mother Helen is washing dishes in the kitchen with her back to the door.
Sam enters the kitchen and stands in front of the door
Sam: There's something that's been bugging me and i must ask you a question
Helen: What?
Sam: Why don't you like me? Is it my personality?
Helen: No
Sam: My glasses?
Helen: No, Sam, It's not your glasses
Sam: Then how come you haven't been nice to me since you moved in?
Helen: I don't need to explain myself to a stupid, whiny khaki-scout reject of a kid
*Sam walks up to Helen until he is standing next to her at the sink*
Sam: Personally, I don't know why Captain Sharpe finds you attractive. Also, I resigned from the scouts. There's a difference
Helen: Why are you still talking?
Sam: You're not that smart, have no common intrests and probably only in it for the money
*Helen slams down a plate that she's holding and scrunches down to Sam's level*
Helen: Watch it kid, keep talking to me like that and i'll make sure you get sent to an orphanage
*Sam leaves the kitchen, runs to his bedroom and grabs pen and paper. He begins to write a letter*
Sam: Dear Suzy...
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