He could have been Mr. America—minus the fact that he was no where near buff, disliked the idea of “strutting it” in man-kini bottoms, and was allergic to spray on, rub on, and under the sun on the beach tanning due to his sensitive skin—if someone had just informed him of such a competition. The name would have suited him well. He was intelligent, smart, bright, knowledgeable, and any other words that mean brainy. Although, he’s wasn’t Mr. Gorgeous, it was okay there wasn’t any competition on the national level with that title anyways. But boy was he a funny one, can someone say Mr. Congeniality?!
His name was Sam Song. His name was Sam Song because he is no longer around, no longer here among us, with us, here, among us. He died and that’s how the story ends; so here’s the beginning.
Sam Song was 1/8 of every other major Asian ethnicity. Being so unique, in that he was uniquely a nationality on his own, every Ivy League school wanted him. Scholarships were being tossed his way like popcorn thrown at the screen during a “boo” moment in the movie.
But, in reality, Sam wasn’t in need of financial aide; his family owned a chain of restaurants, Chalk-ed-Fillets: fillets chalked full of goodness. So, Sam decided to go to a school that didn’t necessarily beg for his presence but wouldn’t mind if he was around, Charleston College, the junior college down town. He was warmly welcomed and began his classes that fall.
Finding the campus to be open, and the atmosphere pressure free Sam figured he would have no trouble breezing through class and enjoying life at the same time.
Introduction to Creative Writing 201
The classroom had a few tears here and there, but nothing that someone wouldn’t buy and fix from thrift shop. The tile floor was peeling allowing students to assume it was lenolium. Desks were cracked—in half, leaving some students to use their laps as extentions. But Sam just figured it was all part of the creative process. A “creative” room for a creative writing class, what fun.
Suddenly, Mizz America walked in. Not Miss, Mizz. It was a beauty pageant recognized on the local level, but just anyone could be crowned Mizz America. Only the most lip gloss poppin’ girl had the honor, and was her lip gloss poppin’. Or, that’s what Sam was thinking.
The school year went by no quicker or slower than any other year. Except this year’s ended in Sam and Mizz America, Della, getting married. The couple was so happy. Though they both decided to continue their education, they didn’t need to because Sam grandfather passed leaving him with money to last the rest of his first child’s life—it didn’t last that long.
During mid-semester of both Sam and Della’s second year, Della’s father had gotten in some deep trouble financially and he asked Della to spot him some cash.
Della knew Sam wouldn’t give her father any money because, well, her father didn’t like Sam and Sam took that fact personally. So, one night when Sam and Della were spending quality time together, she asked him to tell her the pin number of his bank account because as his wife she should know just in case of emergency. And even if there wasn’t an emergency they were married and Della made it clear that there should be no secrets between husband and wife.
Sam loved Della so much that he told her the pin number. The next morning Della made breakfast and then left early for school. Sam didn’t think anything of it, until that night when he out at happy hour with his friends and his card wouldn’t work. He knew she was gone and so was his money.
The following week he died in a car accident caused because of an earthquake.