What Kind Of Day Has It Been?
By Clara
Disclaimer: They�re not mine
Rating: G
Category: Sam and Cassie
Summary: Nothing�s making sense
Author�s notes: West Wing. Written for Stargate100
Sam reached up and wiped at the tears that continued to fall down her face. She
could hear Cassie crying behind the teenager�s locked bedroom door and no amount
of coaxing from Sam was going to get her to open it, she understood that at
least.
Nothing else was making much sense. It shouldn�t have been her. That was all she
could think about and she didn�t feel like she was ever going to stop crying.
She slid down the wall until she could rest her arms on her knees.
What kind of day has it been? The worst kind.