Disclaimer I don't own recess or any characters but my own.
A/N This is just the prologue to the story so it's a bit slow. The italicized words are memories.
' This means a person's thoughts.
" This is someone speaking obviously.
See my authors note at the bottom for more information. Enjoy the story again I only own my character the rest belong to Disney.
"Ok class today were going to start on what is everyone's favorite project each year. Since its senior year we are going to look back at our lives so far." Mrs. Oesterle greets our English class as we walk to our seats.
With only one semester left in the year the senior class is unsteady to graduate and no one is really paying attention in classes but this assignment could be a fun so I listened to what she was saying.
"I want each of you to write a memoirs of your life so far. You might need some help from your parents with the younger years I'm not expecting you to remember when you were two." She went on about her expectations.
'I remember being two that's when I got my sister Ashley' I thought glumly. 'I had liked being the only child so far.'
"I want this to be fun and I want this to be your memories not the ones people expect you to have. If you remember a time when you and your best friends weren't friends then write about it no one but me is going to read these, unless you want them to. I don't want fiction about your lives or things you wished happened but didn't." Mrs. Oesterle continues handing out the outline for the project.
'Well you're going to think my life's fiction. It's pretty unbelievable from what others have told me about their elementary school experiences.' I thought as I took the paper from the kid in front of me.
"At the end of the project you'll notice there is a three paragraph essay assignment. I want a summary of where you've been and where you see yourself in a few years, I also want a paragraph about your favorite memory, and this can be an event or a person who has had a strong influence on your life. The memories will be collected in a book about all the seniors' favorite memories. I'll give you the rest of class to start planning your books." She concluded as she sat back at her desk.
Instantly everyone got started eager to work on the assignment. While I just sat at my desk wondering just how to start I mean everyone here knew me as Samantha Heart not Samantha Armbruster since I legally took my mothers maiden name when I left not wanting to be linked to the Armbruster Empire that my father created. I didn't want friends to just use me for my money. I was pulled out of my thoughts when the teacher called me to her desk.
"Is something wrong you haven't even started your project yet?" Mrs. Oesterle asked when I came over.
"Yeah, it's just I don't know where to start, as you know I moved to Florida in seventh grade but before I moved I asked my mom if I could change my last name to her maiden name. Since I would be living with my aunt and I didn't want people to like or hate me just because of my name. It was something that I faced in elementary school." I told her honestly.
"Well you can always explain that in your essay since it seems like something that had a big impact on your life" she reassured me as I went back to my seat.
When I sat down I got out a piece of pink notebook paper and a pen to start my planning. Just as I started writing I realized I'd grabbed one of my pens from my days as a Samantha A. I laughed at the memory.
Samantha B had given them to each of us on our first anniversary of 'pink day' the day I met the other Samanthas for the first time we had all been wearing pink and laughed when we learned we all had the same name. After that the four of us were never apart at least until the big fight after sixth grade. I missed them though to others we could seem like shallow rich kids, but to me they were my best friends and they understood my problems. From the stress of having powerful influential parents to how annoying nosey younger siblings could be.
I started my list simple listing my first four years on the first four lines of the paper since the only things I remember about those years were Ashley and Tyler being born.
A/N This is my first story that I've published so review and comments are appreciated. I'm still learning how to work fanfiction since I've just been a reader on here for years. If people like this story maybe I'll post some others not necessarily Recess ones but growing up I lived off TV so I have a few others I might post. The next chapter will be about Samantha A's kindergarten memories.