This is my first try at a story so am sorry if it is a bit bad. I own no characters apart from Samantha.
19th May 2014
"Can Samantha Barton report to the headmistress immediately." The teacher standing at the front of the class ordered. Several gasps and choruses of 'oh' filled the room; Samantha Barton never got sent the headmistresses office. Ever.
Immediately Samantha jerked out of whatever daydream she was having and grabbed her bag. Feeling all of her classes' eyes on her she held her head high and walked out of the classroom towards the headmistress's office. After what felt like an eternity she arrived at the office door, gathering up her courage she knocked on the door. "Come in." The calm voice of the head drifted into the hall. Samantha felt herself involuntarily tense in anticipation. Why had she been called to the office? What had she done wrong? Quickly shoving her doubts to the back of her mind she opens the door and steps inside. Blinking Samantha took in the room around her, the office is brightly lit with large windows allowing natural light to flood in; in the centre of the room stands an elegant mahogany desk, which the headmistress is sitting at.
Upon seeing her enter the headmistress immediately plasters a large fake smile on her face, just by that Samantha knew something was seriously wrong. The headmistress never smiles..."Good morning Samantha. Would you like to sit down?"
"No thank you miss, I prefer to stand."
"If you wish. But you may change your mind after you hear what I have to say."
Samantha fought the urge to roll her eyes, she highly doubted that anything the headmistress said would shock her into sitting. After a moment the headmistress continued; "I am very sorry to inform you that your father was killed today in a hit and run accident."
Samantha felt like someone had ripped the floor out from under her. Her mouth open and her body frozen in shock. Well she wasn't expecting that. Slamming her eyes shut she tried to dispel the memories of her father teaching her how to ride a bike; holding her in his arms after she had a nightmare; attending her first school play, taking pictures with tears in his eyes; the memories coming thick and fast, like a tsunami, engulfing and drowning her. Barely holding herself together she opened her eyes and looked at the headteacher and asked before she could stop herself, "w-what h-h-happens to me n-now?"
The headmistress looked back at her with sadness in her eyes "The police have contacted your next of kin..."
"I have no next of kin." she interrupted, glaring at the now confused looking head.
"... But you do. You have an uncle, he is on his way from America to collect you."
Now it was Samantha's turn to appear confused. "What do you mean an uncle? And what do you mean by America?"
A/N please review I really want to know what you think!
