"I still can't belive it Dixen!" Samantha said to her friend. "I mean, I did nothing and yet james still doesn't belive me! Cheryl is just a...a...UEGH! Words can't even describe how much i hate her!" Dixen sat there listening to his friend describe her problems to him. Samantha, an average 13 year old Scottish girl was having her daily moan to her friend Dixen, who was also 13. Dixens face began to droop as he longed to tell her HIS problems.
"I know how you feel, I hat.." Dixen was interupted by Samantha ranting on about her problems.
"Och Dixen, I don't have time for your problems. Listen this is my stop. Come and get me tomorrow, bye!" Dixen waved bye to his friend as he walked down Bromnly road.
"Sam, is that you?" Lynn, Samanthas mum, shouted from the living room.
"Yeah it's me. Im going upstairs ok?" Samatha shouted.
"If you want but don't make to much noise, im working."
Samantha walked up the stairs, stamping her feet on each step. She walked into her poster covered room, put on some Evanescence and fell on her pink bed. "Li..th..i..um!" Samantha sung to one of her favourite songs.
As she lay on her bed her phone vibrated. It was a text from Cheryl. It read ' I'm going to get you, you wee bitch! im going to kill you! After what you did, you deserve everything you get! Im going to make sure everyone knows what you did!" Samantha, shaken by this text threw her phone on the floor and crouched into a ball. The words Im going to get you stayed in her mind all day and night.