Untitled because titles are meaningless, chapter #1
DANNY'S POV
Man I hate Mondays. Ok so it's the first day of school in my sophomore year of high school. I've gotten used to the school. I've made some friends last year, well maybe more than some, more like most of the kids in the grade.
So I'm just listening to Mr. Lancer ramble on and on about the new school play and how each and every one of us is going to be necessary for its success when suddenly someone slams into the class room. Mr. Lancer stopped her dead in her tracks, probably to introduce her to the class. "AH so you must be that Manson girl, Samantha right?" The girl stood motionless. In a small quivering voice she replied:
"Yes, but I prefer to go by Sam not Samantha."
She was really pale from what I could see. Her skin was almost white. She had midnight black hair that was as straight as a blade and covered up her eyes. Her outfit was almost all black. Great another Goth I thought. I was going to turn around to talk with Dash but he was utterly mesmerized by this girl. Sure she was kinda cute but Dash could date Paulina if he wanted too. I looked around almost every guy was staring at her!
"Alright Ms. Manson you may sit next to Mr. Fenton, Daniel please stand so Ms. Manson can see where she's supposed to sit." Mr. Lancer ordered. She politely bowed and went over to the empty desk next to me. She turned to me and smiled a tiny bit. But then she frowned and turned so she could pay attention.
I tried to keep myself from stealing glances at Sam. There was just something about her that intrigued me……. "Alright Class! Your homework assignment this week is to write a short poem or haiku about a disappointing moment in your life. It's due next Monday!" Mr. Lancer yelled as we all ran out of class.
At lunch Dash and I sat at our usual table with everyone else in our usual clique. Paulina was jabbering on and on about some cheerleader thing going on next weekend. I sighed. Last year was more interesting, more things to talk about. Sometimes I even miss being a looser like in seventh grade. Those were the days. My eyes wandered around the room. That Sam girl was sitting at the Goth table, she probably fit in best there than anywhere else in the school.
"So Danny, what do yah think of the new girl?" Dash asked. Before I could answer Paulina spoke up. "I think she's one of those emo freaks that cut themselves and cry all the time." (Author note: sorry to emo people reading I know that's a stereo type but popular people don't know what emo is.) Anyway Dash ignored us both and stated simply "I think she's cute."