Hi! Well this is my new story of Sam being crazy cause... I JUST LIKE MAKING
HER CRAZY! Seriously nothing is any funnier than that... Besides, I'm cool and
I'm crazy! Infact my mind as zoomed into Sam's and now she me.. Ok, that's not
the story but whatever! You didn't hear that! Or did you...
Summary: In the 3rd Grade there was a boy who teased me, a bully, cocky-like, an
average jerk. And ugly. Though, to my delight he went away to some boarding
school in a different Country. Now 7 years later he's back... and he's A TOTAL
HOTTIE?! D/S FOREVER
He's Back To Finish Ruining My life
Chapter one-Welcome Home party
Sam's POV
Long ago in the 3rd grade there was a boy. This boy would constantly tease me,
mock me, pick on me, but then again I was a constant target for a bully. I was a nerd.
Nothing at all about me was flattering. I had really big braces at the time and
ugly frizzy black hair and thick rimmed glasses that would cover my purple eyes.
But this was only part of why I'd attract bullies.
I was a klutz.
I would easily trip over things, and my sweaty hands would always dropped
things.
Yes, I was a target for bullies but this boy annoyed me the most
Why?
Because he lived in my neighborhood and had total access to me all the time
since our parents (especially our moms) were best friends and constantly made me
have to spend time with him.
Which meant bunch of time he could annoy me. Mock me. Tease me. Pull on my hair,
steal my glasses, trip me and call me mean names.
Oh, and he loved doing this. Infact he was nicer to every other kid in our
neighborhood, school, anywhere, but he reserved his special attitude for me.
And only me.
And the thing was, I only knew this. Why? Cause when people like my mom or his
mom was around he'd SUDDENLY act nice to me. And hence the reason why my mom thought he was the sweetest thing.
Yeah right.
But to my pleasure he left at the end of the school year. Infact he left the country to go to some boarding school in Europe.
But the odd thing about that was that his family didn't sell their house.
Though I didn't question that. I just excepted the fact that my worst nightmare was gone! I was happy and I didn't wonder about them.
It's been seven years since he left and I thought he wouldn't come back.
I didn't ask why his parents came back a few weeks ago to live in their house here in Amity again
I didn't ask why in the last few weeks my mom been constantly talking with his mom.
I didn't even ask why Mom been having that 'I know something you don't' look in her eye, or that 'I'm up to something and it something sinister and something you won't like' look.
I never wondered. I thought he was gone, FOREVER. Never to come back again.
But maybe that was my downfall.
Because he was coming back.
And I defiantly wasn't ready.
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I paced around my room. I am going to die. DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE
In the house next door there is a 'welcome home' party held there, even I could see people going into the house
from my bedroom window (in my 2 story house)
And soon I'd be going into that house.
But I won't be welcoming him.
Infact for me it won't be a party
Parties are defined as a gathering of people together having fun, interacting with each other, with talking and food.
But for me, I won't be having fun.
Me having a 'No Boy' policy, going there will probably only make me pee in my pants. Not that I'm wearing pants.
He has cooties, he is most likely came from the planet Jupiter so he's stupider!
Oh yeah, I heard those scary rumors about boys in the Elementary school. I heard the songs. But those mean girls
in my class back then wouldn't give me a cootie shot! They said I was too dorky!
I sighed. Tonight everybody was going to welcome him back
Hah, like I was going to welcome that loser.
I walked into my bathroom and looked straight into my mirror.
I looked nothing like how I use to.
Although I didn't call myself pretty, I knew I at least wasn't as ugly as I was before.
My once frizzy black hair wasn't frizzy anymore, It was more straight and I had black bangs hovered over my eyes.
I didn't have glasses, I had contacts, and my braces were already long gone.
Then it occurred to me.
He probably won't recognize me.
I grinned at thought.
Hah! So I'll get to see what his ugly face look likes and he won't even recognize me! VICTORY!
Sorry to break the news to you, but YOU have purple eyes. USUALLY normal people don't HAVE purple eyes.
If anything he'll remember your purple eyes, pale skin, and black hair. Unless you color your hair pink and have green skin, girl he'll remember you.
DARNIT!
"SAMANTHA MANSON! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE! WERE GOING TO THE PARTY NEXT DOOR RIGHT NOW!!!!!"
I groaned. I looked down at what I was wearing. Hours before my mom had forced me against my will to wear a tight HOT pink dress
with white frills at the bottom and a lil' nice pink bow at the top. But luckily for me I got to wear shorts underneath even though it couldn't
be seen it was still gave me some dignity.
And you wouldn't believe what mom made me do also.
I had to put on makeup. And not just makeup, girly makeup. With pink lip stick and glitter stuff and….. stuff I don't even know the name of!
I mean, it's not like I have anything against looking… girly. To be truthful the only REAL reason I dress the way I do is
to scare away boys! I mean like I said, I didn't get the cootie shot! Can't risk my life here! But now this girly attire wont scare the boys….
It might make them try… to talk with me! Ack! The horror!
I shivered as me and my mom walked down across our lawn over to our neighbors (aka his house) (A/N; ah, in this story
they live in a neighborhood and all.. And I do realize I haven't made Sam speak out who "he" is)
Me and my mom walked into the house (the door was already open) The house was full of people. Some I recognized
as the neighbors, others I realize was some the people in my school that knew him .
Suddenly my eyes might a table of food. FOOD! Salvation! Running toward the table of food, I started to gorge
myself with cheese and other vegetables and vegetarian foods. In the middle of my gorging of food I started to hear some of the neighbors talk about him.
"So you know the boy? I heard he is just dashing! Very polite and outgoing" This was some fat lady
hanging out by the food table, talking (obviously) to some skinny lady.
"Really! You should hear about what I heard. I heard he's a gentlemen and is very very handsome!"
"Really I heard that to---"
Thinking they REALLY had the wrong idea about him I had to interrupt them to, you know to correct them
"Excuse me ladies, but I couldn't help but listen to your conversation.," I said making them to turn their eyes to me
"But you obviously got the wrong idea about who HE is. Infact he is not a gentlemen and he's not polite or outgoing.
Plus I'm a HUNDRED percent sure also that he's NOT a handsome boy. He wasn't handsome when he was young
and he isn't handsome now. He's a selfish snobby jerk who has no life. Oh he never had a life. Certainly whoever told you
this didn't know him" I said surely. Oh course I was lying that I knew how he looked and um… acted but I'm pretty sure that the mean
UGLY jerk I knew seven years ago isn't that far away from right now.
The two ladies looked at me with a pointed look. "His mother told this to me."
Without even thinking I blurted out, "Well maybe his MOTHER was just FLATTERING hi----"
"His mother what?" I heard a stern voice behind me.
I froze. BE ON YOUR TOES SAM. BE ON YOUR TOES.
I turned around and smiled sweetly as just as I suspected was His Mom.
"Oh, I was just saying how His mother Maddy, is very pretty and I said that her son is…..ugh… interesting! Yeah… and ugh… he has good hair!"
I paused. "And his smell… is ok…. But his armpits stink!" I said smoothly. Well… sort of smoothly.
Yeah, I can't always be nice. Not to that putrid fat lard! (I'm not talking about his mom, I'm talking about him) And I'm pretty funny. Yeah, I rock.
But the thing was those grownups don't know funny when it hits them in the face. Infact they looked….
Mad?
Oops. Well I gotta split anyway.
Not wasting any time, I grabbed some carrots and made my way outta there (More like I ran for my little pathetic life)
But right before I could possibly run out of my childhood hell hole, I stopped in my tracks as some girl screeched in a perky little voice-
"THE CAR IS COMING IN THE DRIVEWAY! HIDE! HE'S COMING!"
Oh. Shoooooooot.
Quickly, I turned on my heels and pushed my way through the rushing (to hide so they could surprise him) people, and I rushed upstairs.
Not thinking I opened a random room and went in.
There was some people my age that was inside the room, talking casually and listening to the music that was playing inside.
Some people looked at me oddly but didn't say anything and continued there business. The room basically looked exactly how they left it.
No. How he left it. Childish posters hung on the wall, miniature chairs, desks, and other small furniture was there also.
Suddenly I hear a loud voices of "SURPRISE!" downstairs.
For some odd reason that was my alarm clock and I awoke into action.
Things were getting drastic.
I lunged like a mad women to the most best hiding place I could think of. Under the bed. It seemed to me that it was
so important that I get under the bed that I started to (very rudely) push people that was in my way. But there was one geek (an African
American looking guy with glasses…A/N-Tucker but Sam doesn't know) that wouldn't move when I pushed him.
"HEY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU-"
"You are not going to waste my time DORK!" I said as pulled my fist back and with a swift motion pulled it forward, knocking the poor boy onto the floor.
But most importantly. Out. Of. My. Way.
Ignoring the gasps, I scrambled under the bed and was half way there and would of gotten in and safe but my huge butt wouldn't slide.
Shouldn't have eaten a lot this week…
From downstairs I could hear a voice (beyond the music and the talk about me in the room), a guy's voice, a voice that I could just
barely recognize as to the owner. But I knew exactly who's it belonged. Exactly.
"Mom, I think I'm gonna go to my old room!"
Double shoooooooooooooot.
Scrambling outward to escape the bed (for I don't want him to find me with my large butt and my scrawny legs sticking out of under his bed)
I managed to escape the small space underneath the bed.
I looked franticly around the room, suddenly I heard a creak in the wood hallway.
Someone was coming. HE WAS COMING!
Not exactly thinking or wasting a single breath I went underneath a miniature desk (that had its chair somewhere else)
and I did one of those 'Tornado Drill' poses, where you got to put your hands on your head and stuff and your face has to like kiss the ground.
And about the same time I got into that pose the door flung open and….
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HIM!!!!!!!!
Involuntarily I stopped breathing as if, he could possibly hear me and figure out where I am. Listening I could hear some people
greet him and he would casually reply.
His voice certainly changed….
I hear his soft steps on the wood come near the place where I had punched the dork that was all up in my face a moment ago.
Oh craaaaaaaap. (should've hid the evidence)
"Tuck! What happened to you?!" He said worriedly. I could tell he was kneeling next to 'Tuck.'
"This.. Psycho.. Girl…" he said acting pathetic… unless he really is pathetic.
Suddenly I felt angry. I'm not no psycho!!
"Hey, you bastard! You friggin was all up in my grill and you---" I froze. Um…wasn't the purpose of hiding underneath a miniature
desk was so that HE wouldn't see me? Um…. I soooooooooo blew my cover.
It felt like I stopped the earth from rotating cause everything turned silent and I felt all eyes on me.
And heard footsteps coming closer.
And closer.
Towards.
Me.
And all I have to say is.
OH SHIT.
Hey, I can't see him so… technically… HE can't see me!
Haazaah!
Suddenly I felt the presence of HIM right behind me (I'm facing the wall)
HE CANT SEE ME. HE CANT SEE ME. HE CANT SEE ME. HE CANT SEE ME!!!! I CANT SEE HIM SO HE CANT SEE ME!!!!
"Well," I heard a smooth cool voice behind me.
Unconsciously my hands gripped my head harder and I pressed my forehead to the ground.
Hey, maybe I am gonna kiss the ground today.
"Look who's underneath my furniture."
OK. Maybe if I don't move, I could blend in with the wall.
Pink against light blue painted walls. I could be a total iguana.
"Aww… if it isn't little" he paused and I could tell he was smirking "Sammy-kins"
I flinched. Ok. Well maybe he does know who I am… Well…. Errg! I slowly slid out and before I could see how he looks I had to insult him. Had too.
"Yeah, well nice seeing your ugly face you short fat cracker!" I blurted out proudly, for all to hear.
And God really hates me.
Cause this boy did NOT look like the ugly face boy I once knew, the boy I knew was mean, short, ugly, and fat. Well he wasn't short or ugly or
fat back then but he was mean, which made him ugly.
And I cursed God for making him the opposite of the ugly, short and fat version of him I'd rather prefer
He was at least 3 inches taller than me (so I was looking UP at him) and had his spiky black hair falling in his electric blue eyes. Not only that, he was lean and thin.
Looking at him makes me want to go back and hide underneath the small desk.
Why the heck do I have to be so ugly?
He smiled. "Ugly and fat? Are you describing yourself?"
MEAN!
"Yeah well, TAKE THIS DANNY!" I said as I used all my power to push him onto a wall and-just like the other boy, I pulled back my fist and pulled it forward.
But unlike the boy, it had absolutely NO effect on Danny. Infact he seemed amused as if I was some weak little girl with
weak little arms and hands that just had hit him. Almost as if he had been through worst situations then getting hit by a girl
that (might I proudly say)is a black belt in karate AND in Ti Quan Do. So what I did was started to beat him thoughtlessly
using my fists pounding at his hard chest. But soon (more like 12 quick and powerful punches later) I was getting tired and
my fist started to feel raw, but I had to beat him up. It was essential! So I did a karate move called 'Oi Tuski' (A/N-that's a real move)
which is when you strike as fast and hard as you possibly can to the person's vitals. So I bring my fist and pull it forward as fast as I
possibly could, to hit Danny's kidney area, but before my blow can take place he grabbed my fist and easily (it looked like it was easy for Danny)
began to twist my arm backwards - slowly as if enjoying my pain. I yelped as I felt my muscles in my arms being twisted in a way it just shouldn't,
and by the looks of it, my arm was almost all the backwards and I was friggin in so much pain, I just wanted it to be over. Wished he just snapped
my arm fast rather then doing it slowly, so I could feel every muscle scream for the pain to stop. But before I could hear the most expected "crack"
of my arm, he lets go and with the other hand he just as easily pushes on my forehead with an surprising force that I fell backwards on my butt with
a slam that sound was audible above the booming music from downstairs and in this room.
I stared in shock. Throughout my days of hard training in street fighting, or karate I have never once been close to breaking my bones.
Sure I had my limbs twist, bruised, and bloody but not any broken bones. I had always been quick. What had made Danny better than me?!
And not only that my butt hurts and I have a bruise in where he had held my arm!
Danny smirked "Awwww… Sammy-kins got a boo boo? How bout' you get your little mommy to come and kiss it for you!"
"And what about you!" I said "Are you hurt!" I spat. I really just wanted to see that I had an effect on him. That I had hurt him
in some way that showed my days of experience. That I wasn't bad. Cause really I kick ass and I want Danny to feel the pain!
He raised an eyebrow and smiled "Pfff. You think you hurt me? Girl, I'm light-years ahead of you" For some odd reason his smile was one of irony.
For some odd reason I knew it was true. It was sad, but true. He could have broken my arm, and could have hurt me in some way while I was punching him.
I pouted. "I hate you" I stated simply and started to walk off when the group of people who saw the whole thing started to get in my way.
"Who do you think you are? Attacking Tucker and Danny when it's HIS party?!"
"Yeah! Danny should have broken your arm when he had the chance!"
"Your not getting out till you say your sorry!"
See how my fellow people like me? I could've gotten a broken arm and they still are on his side!
"Hmp! And are YOU ALL gonna stop me!?" I laughed evilly "I'd like to see you try!"
The crowd simply started to crowd around me and I could sense they were getting pissed. Not like it mattered. They all will be on the ground in the end.
Suddenly the crowd came at me all at once. Punching me, biting and kicking. I fell to the ground and they started to come harder. Suddenly someone pulled at my hair.
Oh you DID NOT TOUCH MY HAIR-DO!
I got pissed. I didn't care if it was accident or something NO ONE TOUCHES MY HAIR! I grabbed the person closest to me
and punched him in the face. I started to kick people in the crotches and grab peoples hands when they punch me and break
there arms or push harshly forward and break their shoulder bone. I elbowed someone in the chest and jumped in the air kicked
some girl in the face. Some people was getting up from my blows so I grabbed the girl I had kicked in the face and threw her at
them making more "cracking" sounds and groans in pain. It simply didn't matter who I was beating senselessly. All that mattered
was that they were in my way and that they messed up my doo (hair-- doo) I broke a person's fist and used the fist to break a
person's nose. Someone actually managed to bring me to the ground but I also got the person to the ground and twisted his leg
all the way backward. It was simple. You didn't have to even be fighting me, because I'd be kicking your ass anyway. I did a back
flip to get myself back to my feet and saw the boy that was called "Tucker" start to charge at me. With a swift motion I carelessly
punched him in the face and broke his glasses and I think his nose too, but either way he was on the ground writhing in pain with all the others.
(if you were there all you'll hear was the "crack" of bones breaking) I smirked. I didn't waste much time with these fools, I had gone straight to
breaking there bones so it was simply quick and easy.
Dusting myself I was about to leave when Danny caught the corner of my eye. He was leaning coolly on the wall that I had left him at,
arms crossed lazily, his eyes calculating as if he had watched my every move, technique I had used in my little episode. He looked like
he had watched it all, (yet he didn't exactly looked concerned about the people on the ground) quietly yet he didn't look impressed.
He looked like he had seen mistakes, as if I could have done better than I did.
And that made me even more pissed.
He smiled at me as he saw that I saw him. "Your good." It was a statement. A simple statement.
"But not as good as you?" I asked innocently as with my other hand I sneakily grabbed a almost empty bottle of beer and hid it behind my back.
"Not even close," he said still smiling his gaze turning to stare at some poster on his wall "but I'd advise
you not to drink that beer behind your back, you don't know whose germs are in it."
I tried not to show my surprise on how he saw that, but quickly recovered for he thinks I gonna drink it. HAH! I soo plan on doing something different.
I smiled. "I DON'T DRINK!" I said before I threw the bottle that aimed for his head.
Before the bottle could harm him however he just had to surprisingly catch it. I could tell it was pure reflex for he was surprised.
But just quickly recovered and smiled mockingly.
But just before he recovered from shock I was running towards him. It had all been a diversion. He is such a fool.
When he saw this I saw him tense. Expecting that I would punch him in the face or something.
I jumped into a kick. He saw this and tensed ready for the blow or possibly ready to defend himself. But I kicked past him
and my boot reached my target. The glass window.
If you think I'm some psycho or has some disorder with my brain or a suicidal I'm not. It is simply my kick ass escape.
Besides I'm breaking his window. 2 in one! Yeah, I rock too much to be some psychotic creep!
The glass window broke and closed my eyes as I felt myself go though the frame. Besides the glass came in clumps and (I'm just so lucky) none had cut me.
As I felt myself go down I felt scared ( I must have forgotten this was a 2 story house) I was just out of the window flying when someone catches one of my legs
making my flight unable to go down and also making my face almost slam into the tiled roof if my arms didn't reflex and hold me up.
"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING DANNY?!" I yelled dangling on his roof from his broken window.
" What the hell are you thinking you friggin psychotic suicidal! You break my window and purposely want to jump out?
THAT'S WHAT A DOOR IS FOR!" he yelled angrily back.
You see? People like him don't understand. They plainly see me as a weirdo. A psychotic weirdo.
"Let me go!" I yelled struggling out of his grasp (Besides, doors are overrated).
"No!" he said as he tried to pull me back up.
"Let me go!" I repeated, still struggling.
"Fine! I'll wave to you at your funeral!" He said as he let go.
Um… ok.. The reason I wanted him to let me go was just cause I like to argue with him. I was sure he wouldn't let go. And….
Here I am.
Falling.
Screaming.
And all I'm thinking now… is…
I'm. In. Deep. Shit.
Currently I just fell off the roof waiting patiently for my death… or the pavement. (Or.. Maybe I'll be able to fall on the parked car in the driveway!)
I close my eyes, but yet again, I feel someone grab my ankle and now I'm dangling in front of the garage. Hey I see some people inside the garage! -waves-
Seriously I am gonna have a bruise where Danny is grabbing my ankle.
I lifted my head so I could gaze at a smirking Danny.
And he calls me a psycho? Oh, I think otherwise.
"You are the most craziest evilest person I now know." I said
"You asked for it!" He said laughing
I smirked "Well you asked for this!" I said as I took my other foot and used it to kick him in the face, catching him off guard and loosening
his grip so he lets go and I do one of those awesome flippys and land perfectly on my feet.
Hahahahahha! Loser!
I laughed my evil laugh (which goes like 'MUHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH DANNY SUCKS ASS BUT I'M COOL)
But suddenly my mom and Danny's mom and his sister pokes their head out of another window and scream-
"I SAW THAT SAMMY-KINS!"
Ahh….. RUNAWAY!!!!
"RUNAWAY!!" I screamed and oh yeah, I ran. But not before I scream to Danny who had that evil amused look-
"THIS WON'T BE THE LAST TIME YOU SEE ME DANNY! I'LL GET YOU! AND BEAT YOU UP REALLY GOOD!"
And I will oh yeah. I will.
Once I got home I ran into my room, but closed the door slowly and thought to myself.
He's back.
I ran into my closet and searched through one of my old boxes. Then I found it. My old diary. I only wrote in this little book because
I had no one to talk to when I was younger and writing was the only way to feel a little better.
I ran through the pages until I got to the last entry I had wrote. I had stopped writing when Danny left in the end of the 3rd grade and I read-
Entry-206 (I wrote a lot) March 30, 2002
FINNALLY he is gone! The evil boy across the street! My worst nightmare! I hope he doesn't come back either! I feel so happy!
Today everybody in my 3rd grade class wrote him cards about how we couldn't wait till he comes back from wherever he's going.
HMPH! Well I had to write one too, but I wrote in little small letters that he was a POO. But then again he just put glue in my hair.
But then again he's gone! Forever and ever.
--Sammy
Taking out a pencil I wrote in another entry-
Entry 207February 20th , 2007
He's back. Danny. My worst nightmare is back. And you won't believe that he isn't fat or ugly. He makes me very sad.
I want him to be disfigured or very ugly. But he's not! Not only that, but he's really good at fighting. Better than me!
I also achieved (it's really the opposite of that most of it that is) in getting a few things.
His family and friends probably that I'm some sort of psychotic weirdo who's a suicidal.
Danny thinks that I'm a weak girl.
I got to hit Danny in the face AND break his window.
I sure beat up a lot of people! I'm so proud of myself!
Oh yeah, mom's gonna get pissed and I'm probably gonna get grounded or something for the rest of my entire life.
But that part doesn't matter. He's come to ruin my life. I have to stop him! No. Ruin his life before he ruins mine.
I'm such a genius.
Wait. I can't ruin his life… Cause… He'll just kick my ass! OK. Fine. Just avoid him… if that doesn't work then ruin his life. Yep.
---Sammy
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Yeah, I decided that this is going to replace 10 Ways to Mess Up Danny's Life by Sam since the storyline is
basically the same, except…..now you'll know in a little more depth how crazy Sam's going to be just to get that guy. Yesh for the hate/love!
Lovebirds? Yeah right! We're enemies! Will be redone, or at least part of it, so don't expect any updates anytime soon.
I'm sooo sooo sorry I take so long to post, but……just wait. Hopefully everything will get done.