Sam and the bags

"Sam?" a woman called out as she walked through the front door of a two story house. "Sam are you home?" she called out again.

"What mom?"

"Can you come down here and help me with the grocery." she walked in to the kitchen sorting thought the mail. The heavy thumps of foot running down the staircase could be heard.

"What did I tell you about running in the house?" Sam was already out the door and was unable to make out what this mother asked him. Sam looked in the back of the minivan. 7 bags he thought. I can care 4 in one hand and 3 in the other. He started to place the handles on his arm one at a time. Heavy to light. Trying to balance them equal. He slowly started to reach up. Trying to grab hold of the tail gate. He felt himself start to stumble backwards do to the weight of the soda bottles he held.

"dang it." He said aloud at failing to shut the gate. He slowly started to walk towards the front door. Each step seeming to take him farther away from the house. The bags began to feel as if they were filled with sand. His small body started to shake under the weight.

"damn it! I can do this." He stepped forward forcing himself to forget the weight. Just as he got a few feet from the door it shut.

"Oh are you kidding me?" he slowly moved his right arm up. It only held 3 bags. Sam grabbed hold of the door knob and turned.

"Locked!" he shouted "Mom!"

"Mom! Open the door!" he shouted. But she did not come to open it. He stud there for a few minutes. Surely she would open it soon. She knew he was out here and the groceries too. after what felt like forever. He made up his mind to go around back. He remember the back screen door was open. He didn’t bother setting down the grocery's he was dead set on making it in with one go. Even know he had lost all feeling in his arms awhile ago. He slowly started to walk across the lawn. The whole time peaking in to the window for sigh of his mother.

"Why didn’t she open the door." He rounded the side of the house. Only one more side to go and I'm home free. When he was about half way cross the side yard he heard a sound he didn’t want.

"No!" he shouted as he tried to pick up the speed. The tisk tisk tisk of the sprinkler finally caught up with him.

"Ah! No." he tried his best to dodge the water but it was useless. He finally turned in to the back yard to see his mother standing by the hoes.

"Sam! What are you doing!" she shouted at the sight of him. not only was he dripping from head to toe in water. Some of the bags had broken other had filled with a bit of water. She rushed over and snatched the remaining bags from him.

"What were you thinking?" She quickly pulled the boxes from the bags with water in hopes to save them.

"Why didn’t you open the front door?" he said was she asked her question.

"go to your room. I will be up to deal with you after I pick everything up."

"but."

"don’t but me. Get to your room."