Hello!

This story is written with my friend, whose account this was originally on. We then scrapped the idea, but now we are writing it again! Since we have about seven chapters written, you can expect an update every Sunday!

I write the odd chapters and she writes the even chapters.

Please review!

Thanks,

Keyra.

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Sammy

It was the first day of school, so I was very excited. I woke up two hours early, straightened my typically curly hair, , then pulled back my bangs with my sun barrette. Next I rummaged through my closet, looking for the perfect outfit, comfy, because I was going on a long plane ride, and pretty, because it was the first day of school. After I found it- yellow leggings and a zebra striped dress- I went downstairs to eat breakfast, but I was too excited and nervous to eat, but I did have three cups of coffee. With my ADHD, I was nearly bouncing off the walls! By the time I was done, it was 8:00 and the bus was coming and getting me at 8:15, so I sat at the window to wait.

"Calm down, Sammy,' My Mother said when she got up and saw me, "I'm sure they'll be here soon!"

At 8:10, my half-brother Charles woke up. "Why's Sammy so excited?" he asked when he saw me.

"It's the first day of school." Mother explained.

I don't know why I was so excited; I mean the school I was going to was for teenaged delinquents. I had never been there before, but I knew it was outside of New York City, and called Smithion's School for Teenaged Delinquents. I'm not a bad kid or anything, but I really can't concentrate. This school is supposed to 'help' kids like me 'reach their full potential.' I don't know how, but last year I got As in everything, so I got put into the honours class this year.

Anyway, after Mother said that, Charles got super excited. "Can I come?" his red hair bobbed as he nodded his head.

"No, silly. You're not a teen," I told him. At eight years old, he was clueless about the world. Especially my world.

He wasn't too happy about this, but after Mother pointed out there was nothing we could do, he agreed.

"Mother! They're late!" I said at 8:16, "They were supposed to pick me up at 8:15!"

"Maybe their clock is off," Charles suggested.

As he said that, a small bus parked outside of our house. Mother hugged me, and promised to send me my hair straighter and everything else I forgot.

She handed me a bag of candy, "Share this with your new friends! Please write often Sammy!" With one final squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, and an "I love you," She let go of me and I ran for the bus.

After a bus ride to the airport and a plane ride across the country, a flight attendant shook me awake. (Yes, I fell asleep after drinking three cups of coffee.) I got up and stretched, then followed my adult guide to another bus that took us to the school.

I looked at the six signs on the front of the school. They listed homerooms. They started at grade seven, and went all the way to grade twelve. I was in grade 8, and found my name under Mr. Parker. I opened the doors to the school, and searched for his room. When I found it, the desks were pretty much all full, so I sank into a seat in the front row. After I sat down, Mr. Parker, a short stubby man with a bushy mustache took attendance and began to talk. He told us all about the school rules and stuff, and after a while, my attention began to drift. To a boy with a very crooked nose, a dog eared poster relating math to science, a girl who looked almost exactly like me. Mr. Parker droned on and on, so I started to fidget, and looked at the night scene out the only window.

"Miss Fucly?" The sound of my name pulled me out of space.

"Yes Sir? And you pronounced my name wrong. Its foocly, not the swear word."

"Come and get your schedule!" Mr. Parker said. "And your room key, and your student ID! Don't you listen? Honestly, I would expect more from an honours student!"

"Sorry Sir." My face burning, I collected my things them made my way to my room.

Sitting on one of the beds was a girl. The girl who looked almost exactly like me. We had the same sandy blonde hair, and hers curled almost exactly like mine, when I left it natural. We shared the same pale skin, and a splash of freckles on our noses. She seemed to notice it too, and she looked uneasy.

"Hello." She said quietly, "You can pick your bed first."

"Thanks. I'll take the one by the window." I sat on the bed opposite of hers.

We sat in awkward silence for a while, until I decided to get up and looked into the closet, where I found our bags, which we shipped to the school last week. I put mine next to my bed and examined the room.

It was cozy, with two beds that had nothing on them, at the foot of each bed there was dresser of four drawers, on one wall, there was two desks and two bookcases. Under each bed, there were three drawers. There was also a door to the bathroom.

I sat back down on my bed, and then quickly made it. I was tired, even though it was only four o'clock in San Francisco, but too wired to sleep, so I decided to talk to the girl.

"Hi, I'm Sammy, what's your name?" I asked

"Dru." She said.

"Where are you from? I'm from San Francisco?"

Dru smiled. "I'm from Happy Valley Goose Bay, Labrador, Canada"

I've been to Canada a couple of times, my step-grandparents live there." I've always hated going there, for Doree loved to pinch my cheeks, and Ted gives me dirty looks. I'm not sure why, either because I'm not really a part of the family, or the bad things Ray, my step-father tells him about me.

"Where in Canada?"

"B.C."

"Oh"

"Dru? Are you tired? I am." I said to break the awkward silence we were having.

"Um, yeah, I am. I'll turn off the lights." She got up, flicked the lights off, and said, "I'm setting my alarm to 7:15. Is that okay?

"Yep."

I woke up to Dru's alarm. I pulled myself up, and heard Dru running the shower, so I studied my schedule.

Breakfast was in an hour, and then you had 15 minutes to get to your dorm to get your books for first period, which for me was Science with Miss Levi. We had fifteen minutes between each block, so you could go to your dorm to get your books.

Dru had finished with her shower, so I took one to get ready for school. I took right up to the hour, and we ate a breakfast of oatmeal, then we went to science, where Dru convinced me to take a seat in the front row. She said it would be good for my ADHD, and she knew because she had it to.

Miss Levi is a skinny old woman in a blue flowered dress.

"Sit down now, children," She said in a squeaky voice, "Children! Please sit down, I need to take attendance!"

"Able, George!"

"Here!"

"Bactu, Anakin"

"Hi"

The names went on, until I heard

"Fouster, Dru"

"Present"

"Fucly, Samin"

"Present, Ma'am. But I go by Sammy, and its Foocly."

"Thank you, Miss Fucly"

Yes, my real name is Samin. It's an Arabic name meaning precious, and my mom said I was very precious to her, so the name fit. I understand that, but who wants the name of a fish?

The class dragged on, until the bell rung. Next I had Social Studies with Mr. Leen, a nice man who looked about twenty-five.

After social, I had Lunch. I met up with Dru, who had math. She was sitting with a boy who had a lot of pimples, and he looked a lot older than thirteen.

"Sammy, Hi! This is Grover. I met him in Math."

"Hi, Grover, Dru."

Grover gave me a funny look, and then sniffed his enchilada.

"Sammy, do you know your father?"

"Um….. No."

He seemed satisfied with that answer, and turned towards his enchilada. As I studied him, he looked like a faun I knew, Don. Yes, I know a faun. I know one because I am a demigod.