Ok, this story is the sequel to my other story, Inevitable, but I don't really think that you have to read that story to read this one. They are a little connected, but not as much as a regular sequel should be. But just to clear things up, Heather's finishing her time in juvie. Her sentence allowed her to go to school regularly, so she and Sammy have been harassing each other the whole time until the beginning of Junior year, which is what Sammy is in right now. Sammy and Casey (Casey's a senior in this story) are dating, and so are Marissa and Billy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy Keyes or the characters in this story.
I've been called a lot of things in my life. Mainly, they're nicknames like Sams and "troublemaker". Actually, I've been called "troublemaker" a little over a hundred times, 21 times by Holly, 32 times by Dot, 74 times by Marissa and the rest of the times by various others. I've also been called a lot of one-syllable cuss words. You know what these are- I really don't have to mention them out loud. I've mostly been called this by big, fat thugs who are either a.) chasing me with a large weapon of some sort, or b.) attached by my own hands somehow to a stationary object, or c.) being dragged away in handcuffs by police officers, or d.) attached to a stationary object while being dragged away in handcuffs by police officers.
I've also been called something that I always hate being called, and that's Nancy Drew.
It's mainly teachers and Hudson and Grams who call me this. You know, old people. But that doesn't change the fact that it really ticks me off sometimes.
I'm not Nancy. I'm not some perfect, rich Barbie doll who impresses pretty much everyone from New York to Hollywood. I'm just me, Sammy. In fact, most adults hate me mainly because i jaywalk a lot, I always pop up behind them and I ride a skateboard. Oooh, don't ride a skateboard around adults. Adults always think that anyone on a skateboard, regardless of their age, size or gender is always up to no good. I've been kicked out a lot of places just because I have a skateboard.
But back to the subject matter. As I was saying, I'm not like Nancy Drew at all. Adults love her, adults kick me out of restaurants. She's a beauty pageant contestant, I wear hoodies, jeans and high tops. And Nancy got Ned easy enough. She didn't have to face his earring-wearing, nail-scratching, freak-of-a-sister.
Ok, so maybe we do both solve mysteries. But I don't even go looking for mysteries, honestly! No matter what it might look like. I'm just trying to get through high school, okay?
And you don't see Bess or George being all spazzy 24/7. I see plenty of that in my Bess-and-sometimes-George, Marissa. Marissa's lately been into contests. She's entered in all of them lately- the McDonald's win free burgers for life (that's super-healthy), Forever 21's "Be True to You!" essay contest, and even Clinique's contest for free non-aging lotion. She what I mean? Total spazzy-ness.
Her newest contest was the raffle was really the worst. She sprung it on me over a phone call.
"SAMMY! SAMMY! SAMMY! Guess what?" she screamed.
"Hmm, another contest? What, did you win free dog turd or something?" I droned monotonously. What? With her latest spazzy-ness, the free dog turd could've been a possiblity. No matter how slight.
She ignored my sacrasm. "I won another contest! We're going to a movie premiere party!"
"Wai wai wait. We? As in you and I? You know I don't do dresses and glitter and all of that."
She ignored me again. "I know, isn't it great? It's for that new movie, iSpy-"
"-the one about a popular city girl who's "regular girl by day, spy by night"?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, that's it! It's Saturday at 9. I'll pick you up around 7 and you can come to my house to get all glamorous." She squealed.
"Who said I was going?"
"What? No! You have to go. You're my best friend!"
"So?"
"So, it says right here to bring your BFF. And you're my BFF, right?"
"Is it to late to take that back?"
"Nope- it's a lifetime comittment. Sorry, Ms. Keyes. Remember, I'll casually drive by the Senior Highrise around 7."
"Wait-!"
I was interrupted by the sound of a dial tone. Way to say goodbye, I thought sulkily.
It turned out that the "glamatizing", as Marissa called it, wasn't that bad. I got to wear my high tops and skinny jeans. The only thing was that Marissa forced me to wear a low-cut black tank top that did not do anything but emphasize my lack of "equipment".
"Come on, don't you want to look hot? I heared movie stars are pretty smokin'." She waggled her eyebrows. She was wearing dark-wash skinny jeans and a blue tank top.
"Don't you remember? I have a boyfriend. And so do you." I eyed her. She was faithfull to Billy, but sometimes she got a little over the edge.
She rolled her eyes. "I remember. I just don't think we should be looking like pumpkins at an A-list party."
"We're not going to look like pumpkins! Besides, this is more of a C-list party. The stars are new to the movie biz."
"But TMZ said they're "rising stars"!"
"You read TMZ?" I teased. "I thought you said gossip was sick and "the saddest thing the human race has ever produced"?"
"Shut up and get in the car, Sammy."
I made the mistake of snickering. She kept her face forward and grim for most of the ride to the premiere building.
Eventually, she couldn't hold in her excitement when we finally got there. I actually don't know why they wanted to use Santa Martina as the backdrop for the movie. Santa Martina is the crummiest place ever to shoot a movie. It's dirty and there's a lot of traffic and it's full of freaks. But the directors apparently wanted a "rogue, rough city landscape" for their movie, so I guess Santa Martina was sort of the place to shoot it.
The premiere party was supposed to be a "glitzy party night on the rooftop of Santa Martina's hottest buidling". I didn't think the rooftop of the Santa Martina Community College's school of business was that glitzy, but hey! It was the director's choice, not mine.
But there were strobe lights and many other colorful lights leading up to the place. A surprisingly large crowd gathered on the outside. Marissa and I walked in as smoothly as Marissa can be when she's doing the McKenze Dance.
The rooftop turned out to be actually pretty nice. There were odd-shapped lounge chairs everywhere and big, bright lights. Lots of lights. A DJ was in the middle of it all, and a dance floor was also there.
Marissa was mainly taken away by all of the video games around the area. Her eyes were large and bright with excitement.
I, however, was psyched about the little bumper-car arena in the corner. I wasn't old enought to drive (yet), and I sort of freak out whenever I see relatively close to driving.
"Come on! Let's go do the bumper-cars!" I pulled on her arm.
Still in the video game trance, she didn't hear me. "Billy would love this place," she whispered.
"Yeah, he would. Now can we go?"
"Ok, fine. Let's go get your little bumper-cart out of the way. But after, we have to go check out the arcade."
We walked past three teenagers about our age as we made our way to the bumper-cars. Two girls and one boy. They stood up like they were far superior, and they wore dark shades over their eyes. A few other teenagers were practically bowing at their feet around them.
The snickered when they saw my attire. "Nice shoes," one of the girls sneered.
"Yeah, where'd you buy them? Wall-mart?" the other girl laughed with the guy. My face grew hot. Who did they think they were? Royalty? I thought.
"I told you not to wear those," Marissa hissed under her breath. I wanted to smack their pretty little faces. I loved my high tops, and sometimes I got a little overly defensive.
But Marissa managed to drag me away. "Do you know you they are? That's Sarah Tryst, Liz Bedford and Trey O'Neill!"
"Who?"
"You know, the stars of the movie. Omigod, Liz Bedford made fun of you high tops!"
"I'm sorry, I really don't know them. Nor do I care. Now can we do some bumper-carring?"
She scowled. "Whatever. Be a party pooper."
The lady in the bumper car booth was quite a character. She wore huge red heart earrings, a even bigger orange sparkly gem brooch and at least twenty rings. She lead Marissa to a bumper car, and did the same for me.
I hopped in. I was going to smash into Marissa as much as I could. Payback for the high tops kick.
I managed to get her good. She was fuming. We ended up having a weird bumper-car war in which Marissa was yelping the whole time.
But then, the weirdest thing happened. Little did I know, it would change my life.
I lost control of the bumper car. I felt the car swerve around in circles and zoom.
Towards the exit.
I panicked and tried to unbuckle. But it wouldn't budge. I was trapped. I tried to get a hold of the controls again.
I zoomed out of the arena.
People dove for cover, screaming as the freak in the bumper car continued to zoom through the party. I focused on getting out. If I couldn't stop this thing, then I would fly right off the roof.
Right in my path were three familiar faces. Oh yeah, the "wonderful" stars of the movie. They ran for cover.
My possessed bumper car seemed intent on running into them. It swerved in their direction.
Then, impact. I just hit three of Hollywood's rising stars with a zombie bumper car. They fell down off the roof. I heard two bodies hit the fire escape, but one didn't make it.
Oh, crap.
It turned out, I didn't follow them in my bumper cart. No, my zombie car just decided to stop. How convenient, I thought bitterly.
Oh, and guess what else? It also released the seat belts. Great. Again.
Suddenly, I panicked. I possibly just murdered a few people. I was going to juvie, like Heather. They were going to figure out about Grams and she'll have no place to go, and Lady Lana is going to lose her job, her dream-
In the heat of the moment, I didn't know what to do. So I did the only thing I ever did in situations like this.
I ran.
So it's a weird start. But it will be good, just trust me. I have most of the story planned already.
Tell me what you think of the title. Is it too weird? It is a little. If you don't like it, suggest a title, please!
Regardless, REVIEW! I need your opinion on how I started it! I need to know how I'm doing!