It's Sam not Samuel.

He used to be called samuel but now he introduced himself as Sam. He looked at people wierdly when they called him samuel.

This is because he did not like Samuel, he liked Sam, at least he liked him enough, he liked him better than Samuel.

You see samuel was fat, he was a looser, his parents were devorced, he was depressed, he was a dropkick who was a failier at school. He was a total failer at school, and being a boarding school that meant he was a failer all the time. He didn't play sports, his grades were bad, he got picked on, and bashed up, and got in trouble for it, he had NO friends. Everybody hated samuel, but the person who hated him most was Sam.

Although he knew it was true he didnt want to think that he had ever been that person. Sam had his own problems, but everybody does. Samuel couldnt sleep, he got stoned and passed out, Samuel never stayed in the same place for more than a few months but that was fine by him, his job hours were inconsistant and his spending habbits were rediculous. But all of that was ok.

Sam was thin, he had a girlfrined (something samuel could only dream of) actually he had had several, he was energetic, and full of stories and open minded, and he had friends, he could go to a friends place and get high and play guitar, and play station for days. Sam loved that, friends, he had many of them, from all over the place, friends from every town he had lived in.

For all his faults Sam was by far the better of them, Sam was happy, had friends, was independant, and most importantly Sam liked himself, in a way he could never like Samuel.