You've got the music in you
Don't let go
You've got the music in you
One dance left
This world is gonna pull through
Don't give up
You've got a reason to live
Can't forget
We only get what we give
New Radicals -You Get What You Give

Sam POV:

It was instant. I felt it upon first sight. No, not love. It was intense and strong. I stood upon the top of the slide to take in the view. My blood began to boil as I looked into his eyes. A small brunette boy dresses in a yellow and black striped polo with khaki shorts. He was looking at me. I recognized him as being in the same grade as myself. I knew of every student in the fifth grade. Then I remembered. The new boy spoke of by teachers only a few days before. I shook my wild curly blonde her and patted down my hideous pink dress. Such a monstrous outfit did not belong to me, but to my sister. I of course managed to dirty all my clothes leaving me to borrow clothes from her wardrobe.

We were two young kids having a stare down in the middle of a crowded playground. His eyes never left mine. My icy blue eyes glared into his deep chocolate-brown. He smiled at me. Never in all my life has this happened. He looked at me with a warm and inviting smile. I am not someone people chose to smile at. Having friends was not something I truly knew. Most kids stayed away from me. Not necessarily because I am mean. I'm not really nice either. They were afraid. Not of me, but my mother. She stumbled into the classroom drunk embarrassing myself and my twin sister, Melanie (the same I borrowed clothing from) on the first day of kindergarten.

Pam Puckett is a woman who is in no Moran respectful. She respects no one and nothing. She doesn't even respect herself. This was obvious from her inability to dress in proper attire. She much preferred to wear bikinis in public. Many of the children were scarred from the sight of her stomach fat and stretch marks as she barged in. Drinking at such an early hour became a norm for my mother. Our father left the family early in the year, before the summer. The caring and loving mother I once knew had vanished. She lost he job and turned to bar tending.

Mom starting singing Melanie's praises to the teacher. She told him of her brilliance. She was not being delusional for Mel was soon taken out of Ridgeway Elementary School to visit to private boarding school she would soon be attending. I was the problem child. I was too rambunctious and energetic for my own good. I sought danger in my life. If not climbing the tallest tree, I was chasing stray hounds in the neighborhood. Mom began to dance around the room while slurring her words. Later in the week, a parent had my mother investigated. Of course they discovered her criminal record. They told every parent in the school and each told they kids too stay away from me and my sister. It's been 5 years since. Melanie was all I had, but she, like Dad, abandoned me. Kids become more friendly over time. They learned they shouldn't have judged us based on our mother. It was too late. I gained a reputation as bully for defending myself against my critics using physical force. Girls like Wendy, Tasha, Lexi and Terrene were friendly with me and I in return was kinder to them.

I stood at the bottom of the slide that I just rode down. I felt him watching me while I tried to enjoy the wind on my face. The freedom of the outdoors could not stop the overwhelming feeling building in my chest. I quickly moved out-of-the-way to avoid being hit by the following child that was bound to ride down. All the other children began to leave due to their parents coming. My mother did not care. She left me to walk home alone. He began to approach me. I wanted to run, but not due to fear. He simply made me feel uncomfortable. Being away of the hassle running would be in such a frilly dress, I opted against doing so. I stood my ground and looked him in the eye. I began to wonder for what reason he would start school in May with only one month left.

"Hi. I'm Freddie Benson," said the peculiar new boy I did not know.
"Why are you here?" I asked him desiring an answer for his being at the school playground when everyone else has left.
"I'm waiting for my mother to arrive. She is quite odd. She told me she was going to be late. She is busy working at the hospital as a nurse. What's your name?" He responded as politely as possible. It was almost sickening. It certainly made my stomach turn.
"Nonya."
"Nonya? Well that's an unusual name. I can't judge much. My mother named me Fredward. Why are you here?"
"Well, you see. The answer to that question is the same as the one you asked about my name. Nonya business" I responded just as rudely as I had before. If I was mean, he would leave and I would be left alone. I've grown too used to that lonely feeling I get so often. Getting close to people only leaves room to be left behind, yet again. He initially looked confused and then he laughed.
"You're so funny. Are you sure you don't want to tell me your name?"
"If it speeds up this conversation, then I will till you. My name is Sam Puckett. You are one weird kid, Freddork" I replied hoping he would quickly leave. I could not bring myself to move my feet and make an exit.
"Is that short for Samantha? It's a pretty name for a pretty girl." That angered me. I am no daffodil. I won't be seen as a prissy girly girl by some random new kid. I punched him in the shoulder hard, but not anywhere near my full strength. He cried out in pain.
"Call me Samantha again and you will face even more pain. Now leave. You are such a nub."
"That really hurt Sam. You are way too strong for a girl."
"What do you mean 'for a girl'? You sexist pig. Girls can be just a strong, if not stronger, than boys. You need to toughen up."
"I didn't mean that. I was just surprised by your strength. Can you wait with me for my mom? I can give you a ride home." It was getting late and I didn't feel like walking all the way. I also didn't want to continue talking to this dork.
"Why are you scared?"
"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to be alone. We can just talk about anything, if you want. Do you have any siblings? What about your parents? I told you about my mom." I gave into my laziness and decided to stay and talk to him.
"My family is complicated. I rather not talk about them. What about your dad?" As soon as I asked the question I regretted it. The regret had something to do with the pain in his face he looked sad.
"My dad died a few weeks ago. That's why I moved here. My mom needed too be closer to family. I'm from Chicago." He lost his father. Like me, he didn't have a dad. Maybe he could understand the feeling of being alone. Sure my dad didn't die, but he still is gone.
"I don't have a dad either. He didn't die or something like that. He just left me and my family. Now that I think about it, he might be dead. I wouldn't know. Let's talk about something else." I felt the need to comfort him so I patted him on the back. I don't know why but I felt sympathetic towards him.
"What's your favorite movie? Galaxy Wars is mine. I watch all of them every other Saturday" he responded. I smiled at his nerdy hobby. He returned the smile.
"I don't think we have the same taste in films. I favor horror. What about music?"
"Well it's a bit embarrassing. Most kids don't listen to this stuff on fifth grade."
"Tell me. You can trust me."
"Well I listen to really old music. I like to music from the 70s and 80s." We had something in common. Never have I ever thought I would share a common interest with a nerd.
"Me too. I like Queen and Fleetwood Mac and Journey and Bon Jovi and Hall & Oats."
"I love all of them. They are so awesome. I've never meant another ten-year old who like old music." I playfully shoved his shoulder and he winced in pain. I remembered that was where I had punched him earlier.
"I'd like to say I'm one of a kind. Dude, like I said before you need to toughen up."
"What do you suggest I do?"
"Well I can help make you stronger I guess. If you can take a lot of pain, you should eventually be able to dish it out. I think you might me too sensitive and fragile for that."
"No please help me. Make me tougher. I beg of you," he pleaded with me.
"Okay okay. I'm going to make your life a real struggle sometimes. I won't mean any of it, of course. I didn't think I like you at first."
"And now?" he asked waiting for my response.
"You're alright."

His mother the arrived. I was shocked. I was utterly surprised how such a level-headed boy came from such a nutcase. She immediately began spraying him with what she called "cloud block." She asked if he was wearing his "anti bacterial underwear." She agreed to take me home and I knew it was going to be a long ride. She repeatedly asked questions about the school's sanitation. I knew from the start she was an overprotective mother. Freddie looked over at me embarrassed. I almost felt bad for him. At least his mother cared.

I followed up on my deal with Freddie and made his life more difficult. He knew I didn't mean it. For the rest of the school year and all summer Freddie and I spent time at the playground. We exchange CDs and spoke of music. We grew closer and I learned what it was like to have a friend. I wasn't afraid to make friends anymore. I hung out with girls like Wendy, Tasha, Lexi and Terrene more willingly. We all become friends of sorts. Freddie was still my best friend though. Despite having him, I wanted a girl as a best friend as well. Little did I know that my wish would soon be granted.

AN: First Fanfiction Story Ever! Review Please? Ideas? thoughts? I'm just a senior in high school. Don't judge me. Favorite quote or song 70s to 80s?