SAM

The breeze was gently caressing her face. Cold and smelling like the spring. A sweet fragrance. And adding to that the sun light that hit her eyelids was strong and it stung her eyes.

Sam always slept with her bedroom window open since she moved to London with her parents. She liked to let them opened to feel and listen every tiny movement of her new and charming city. Just like now, when the sounds of the streets filled her ears with the music of London.

As soon as she opened her eyes Sam still couldn't believe that in less than a month her father had received an irrecusable job offer, which included working at the local branch of his company and the company and that now her whole family lived at a lovely house right in the center of London.

And all of that meant: NEW SCHOOL. NEW FRIENDS. NEW HORIZONS. Quite the comfort huh?

She got out of her bed, putted on her robe right after washing her face and ran down the stairs at the moment she felt the smell of her mother'sdelicious breakfast.

Edith, her mother, was the sweetest person in the whole world, besides being elegant and the owner of a beauty, which if possible, increased more at each day.

With her hair up in a loose bun and cooking the breakfast she was at her own world, however, as soon as her eyes lay upon Sam she gave her a smile that could have only been given by mothers.

Her tenderness was greater when she got a glimpse of her husband, Alex, as he entered the kitchen. He was a tall man with affectionate features and was using his regular lost face of every morning with disheveled hair and a usual morning yawn.

Everyday since they moved, their mornings resumed to that same routine. A boring and "out of a book routine" in Sam's opinion.

After finishing her breakfast as fast as she could, Sam went running to her room. Jumping two steps at a time to clean herself and prepare for school.

While she was changing her window was still left open. That only window in Sam's room lead straight on to a balcony and had a breathtaking view of the city. But that was not the only reason she enjoyed letting her window open, no.

Since she was a child the adventures of Peter Pan and the lost boys always made her wonder when her time to live one of their adventures would come and so she always left her windows open since then. And now, at the age of 17 she still left them open, just out of habit, like something linking her to her childhood.

And as another habit, every time she got out she would close her window to to warn whoever was outside that she was gone for a little, and that was exactly what she did before leaving to school. But when she was already at the door, she turned around and looked at her room once more, and as she did that she swore she saw a shadow pass by her window, however that was not possible. She was just so thirsty for some adventure that she imagined that. Yeah, that was the only explanation.

She closed her door and went down the stairs running as always, kissed her mother goodbye and went straight to the car with her father, who always gave her lifts for the school.

Inside the car, while they weren't talking, Sam's thought went back to that shadow and she started thinking that maybe just maybe, something was about to happen.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her father's words at that moment.

"Sam!"

"Yes daddy?" Sam never called, or would call her father of, well, father. Daddy, in her opinion demonstrated how much she loved him, despite all the things he asked of her.

"Are you aware that tonight's dinner is a great opportunity for me Sam?"

"Yes, I am." And she totally was. If everything went well he would be the new partner of the company.

"So I can be at ease and trust that you will be the prettiest girl at that dinner and that you will be there to support me alongside your mother and also stay at Dickons side?"

Dickon was the son of her father's boss. He was her age, studied at her class. Brown eyes, not as tall as you would wish your boyfriend to be, captain of the soccer team, dull, boring, and last time she checked, her boyfriend. Sam hated to keep appearances like that, and as she found no will to answer her father's question she only nodded in understandment.

"Good, Sammy."

Her father only called her by her nickname when He was extremely happy.

"That's my girl. Come on, it's better you get out already. We don't want you to be late right?"

Sam gave him a hug and got out of the car.

As she watched him leaving she could only think one thing.

"SHIT."