Samantha Manson, or known as Sam Manson, was walking through the halls; aimlessly. 1st period was starting soon and she was supposed to be heading to Mr. Lancer's class as soon as possible yet she walked with uncertainty. She was apprehensive about going at all. Her mind reeled while her step getting slower by the second.

'Hey, idoit. Lets ditch this shithole. Why the hell do you want to go to class anyways? To see her? To see him? Is that what you want?'

She shook her head internally.

No. Of course she didn't. Not in the least slightest. But she had to, didn't she? Amity was not a huge town. Everyone knew each other. It was inevitable, as much as it broke her.

She absolutley destested them both. But if she was more honest, she hated herself the most. For letting this happen. For not being a better friend. Maybe she did something wrong. What in the world had she done wrong. She thought she was an excellent friend. Maybe even more than a good friend. Had he not seen that?

Sam sighed.

No. Of course not. He would be with her by now. But he is not. Because she stole him.

Sam throat felt scratchy. She wanted to scream! She was head over heels for him. She loved him. But he didn't care.

Sam looked up. She was outside of Lancer's door. She reached her hand to open it but stopped.

'Do it. Let's fucking go. You have no place here. They all hate you.'It was true. She knew they did. They've always hated her but for some reason they hated her more now. Even though she had done nothing wrong. Even though she was hurting. Nobody cared.'And they never will.'Her wrists itchShe could go home really quick for a fix. Just a quick one-'No,' she thought.

'Not now. Thats pathetic.'

Well that and she couldn't afford another call home. Even though Sam's parents were out of town, she knew they'd kill her, figuratively, if the school called again. Once they got back from who even knows anymore, of course. She was on thin ice.

Her internal battle was interupted by the bell.

Shit, she was late again.

She closed her eyes for a second and sighed. With the feeling that she had nothing to lose, she opened the door quietly, hoping Mr. Lancer wouldn't notice her walk in. He did.

In the middle of his morning introductions, he rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

"Miss Manson! " he howled.

I cringed and halted at his scorn.

"The day hasn't even started and you are already striking my nerves. Late again. Is this becoming a habit of yours now? Honestly," he huffed.

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. I swear I have a good reason for coming one second late." Sam said quietly.

But Lancer wasn't having it.

"I do not care. One more mishap and its detention for you, do you understand?"

Sam wanted to fight him and not take his bullshit anymore. She wanted to yell 'Fuck Off' at the top of her lungs. She wanted to punch everyone here, despite hating being the center of attention. But she was too tired. Too done with peoples shit.

So she bit her tongue and gave him a small nod.

He shook his head and told her to take her seat.

She wrote in her notebook. Some being actual notes. Some being doodles.

Lancer began lecturing about Shakespear and she put her head on her hand. She didn't even realize she was starting to drift off-

"Lord of the fricking Fries! Miss Manson!"

Sam was startled awake. She gasped loudly and sat up.

'Oh no...' she thought.

"That is the last straw!" he walked angerily to his desk. He scribbled fast on a pink slip. Walking over to her, he slapped it on her desk.

She looked down, 'Detention' written in big, dark letters.

"Congradulations, Manson. You've really earned this one." An A-lister snickered. The rest of the class laughed.

Sam Manson was a level headed person. She always thought with logic and never did anything out of impulse. She was the most logical person she knew.

But when she looked down for the second time to look at the slip, looking at the big, ugly letters, seeing her name attached to this stupid thing. She just couldn't anymore.

Sam Manson had officially snapped.

She crumbled up the slip in her small hands and got up, reaching Mr. Lancers desk.

"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing-" he never finished that sentence.

Sam Manson got her water bottle out, wet the stupid piece of paper and proceeded to fling it directly to Lancer's face.

The whole classroom stopped.

'This was it. I can't do this anymore.'Sam quickly left the room, even though she heard Lancer screaming for security to stop her. So she did what anyone with common sense would do.

She ran.

A/N: Hello everyone. After years, I've decided to come back and revise this story since I see actually potential. Hopefully my grammer is better btw. I'm older now so I hope all my years in school have paid off. So yeah anyways ill be fixing these chapters then ill move on to adding more. Hopefully this story still has followers. If you've stuck around, thank you. Ok now one with the story!