Sam's POV:
So, why don't I start from the beginning? Football season had just finished, and we had won out County championships. So Wendy, head cheerleader, organized a huge party, to celebrate.
Wait.
That's not the beginning.
The beginning… hmm.
Oh, I know, let's start with the football game!
It was mid October, and a light, cool, crisp air was forming. I was trying to pay attention to the game, but Freddie kept on annoying me.
"Saaaaammm!" He wailed, "You hurt me, when you pushed me down that hill." Freddie complained, and complained, and complained.
"God, Freddie, shut up and watch the game!" She yelled.
He looked at her and shook his head.
He let out a rather large sigh, and turned his attention back to the field, I was pretty sure he understood about 12% of the whole concept of football, oh well.
"God, Sam tells me to shut up, and pushes me!" He was muttering to himself, and he was certainly testing my patience. I grabbed a nacho plate sitting next to me, and pushed it in his face.
"Sam!" He screamed, getting many weird stares, until they noticed who we were, and then they just went back to what they were doing.
"Oops, my hand just slipped." I muttered, containing no emotion whatsoever.
"God, Sam, I am going to get you back, so hard." And with that, he stormed away.
All I did was roll my eyes. I figured he couldn't do anything too bad.
I was wrong.