Samantha was not a girly girl growing up, her mother died at a young age, Sammy barely remembers her. Her father was a mechanic, and his idea of bonding was over the engine of a car. He was a great father to be honest, but he died too soon, 4 years ago when she was only 20. She was stuck here now, she had some savings, but not enough to get her out of here, then there was her boyfriend. He was a nice enough guy when they met, but then he got laid off, and started drinking, and drinking more, now when she got home from work it was a matter of hoping he was in the mood for sex, not a beating. She had left him once, and he had put her in hospital, but then since he was the nephew of the sherriff, his story was believed over hers.. or at least they turning a blind eye to most things.

She wanted things to go back to the way they were, before Mark left, before her dad died, things were easy, simple back then. Now, they were complicated, painful and almost too much to bear. Even now she snuck to the attic, just to read the childish letters that he sent her when they were young. They had been neighbours, their parents best friends and often she was watched by his parents while her dad worked, and he would stay over so his parents could have time alone. It was all so long ago.. but they were good times, joined at the hip, never parting.. until his parents upped and left.

Back then her dad cropped her hair short so she did not get it caught in the engine. Wore shorts, shirts, never a skirt or pink. Now, she wore dresses, skirts, tight jeans, tight tops, at least, she did before her boyfriend started leaving bruises.. baggy shirts and long pants were worn to hide the marks.

She dreams of leaving this town, of travelling, of seeing the world, of being able to go places, of not working at the diner. Alot of her spark has faded since her father died, since her one and only friend left, and since her boyfriend stopped loving her and started beating her. She wants to change, she looks in the mirror and hates what she sees.. one more year, one more year and she will have enough to get out of here.

Now, she is 5'7, an hourglass shape, with large perky breasts, rounded full hips that suit the diner uniform perfectly, and in highschool made the boys swoon over her. She went from being the awkward tomboy to the sexy blonde that boys fell over their tongues when they spoke to her. Her long blonde hair does not do as she wants it too, and is either in messy curls about her face or in a ponytail.