A/N: I don't think I'm going to be adding any characters, so none of this is mine. Characters, setting, it all belongs to Wendelin. Who rocks all and sundry. Admit it.
The title is not a spin-off of Faithful Wheezy's title for her story, but when I first decided to do a Sammy Keyes story, I hadn't even looked at any of the other ones on here, and there is something in the story that relates to the title.
Disclaimer: Like I said, ALL of it belongs to Wendelin Van Draanen.
A/N: YEAH YEAH YEAH. I know. I said I wasn't going to put it back up. I weakened. Plus, none of my other stories that I had already began but not posted seemed interesting at present. However, WORRY NOT. I WILL NOT TAKE IT DOWN AGAIN. Plus, I finally got some ideas... sort of. :)
Prologue
You would think that after all of my experience concerning Heather Acosta, I would know exactly what she is planning all the time. I should know exactly what she is going to do, and I always know what she is going to say. Usually something along the lines of 'You're not cool, you're a dork.' And I don't really care what she says about me, 'cause it really doesn't matter. Grams says she is just jealous. I say she's just psycho. But after the Farewell Dance, she was ten times worse. And sure, she still makes her dumb comments, she still sputters while her face gets red when I say something back, and she's still psycho. But what I didn't realize when I said yes to Casey's invitation was that when we got back to school that fall, Heather was going to do everything in her power to get back at me. Everything.