Sam P.O.V.
"Sam! Sam!" My father called as I stood at the front of the yard watching the van down the street. "Samantha!" His voice shouted louder. I quickly turned squinting to see my my father's shadowy figure standing on the porch.
"Daddy?" I called back.
"Come inside it's getting cold," he replied.
I quickly ran across the yard, "daddy, there's a weird can down the street."
He paused looking up, "don't worry about it now come inside." He then turned walking into the house. I looked back one last time before following my father inside the small cabin.
Tim P.O.V.
"Seriously Dad?" I whined as I slid out of the car. "First we move across the country, but here we are at this crappy house unpacking so late at night."
My dad sighed as he watched the movers bring the boxes in the house. "Tim, I'm sorry, I know you hate this, but please it will get better."
"You always say that!" I shouted, "then when it seems that it might actually get better you drag me somewhere else!" I watched as he took a long deep breath pausing to collect his thoughts. I only waited a moment before storming off past him into the house.
Sam P.O.V.
"Sammy stop rubbing your eye and eat you breakfast," My father demanded smacking the table with a bowl.
"Ahh!" I whined still rubbing my left eye. "It bothering me!"
"Then use some eye drops," he demanded.
"I already did, it barley helped," I complained.
Finally he walked up to me pulling my hand away from from my face. "Then how about you stop wearing your hair in front of your eye like that."
"But I like it this way," I mumbled.
My father gave out a long sigh, "well go put some more eye drops in, and put it in you backpack, and hurry and eat or you going to miss the bus."
"Alright," I replied shoving the food into my mouth.
Tim P.O.V.
"It's it a nice school he said it'll be okay he said," I mumbled under my breath as I stood at the bus stop at the corner of the block. The low sound of clicking caught my attention. I turned my head to see a small girl running down the sidewalk. From a distance she seemed rather short, with long light brown hair with she let hang covering the left side of her face. I watched as she ran towards me, after a while I soon realize that her steps were getting extremely messing and she was getting faster.
"Hey!" I shouted, "slow down!" Soon enough just as she was inches away her right ankle twisted and she fell forward, I gasped quickly stretched my arms out catching her. "You idiot I said slow down!"
She looked up at me then stood up out of my arms, she gave me a puzzled expression then pulled out a pair of headphones I didn't even notice. "I'm sorry what did you say?"
"I told you to slow down!" I exclaimed, "why were you running anyway?"
"It's been a hectic morning and I was worried that I would miss the bus," the girl explained.
"I'm sure the bus won't be here for another few minutes," I stated looking down at my watch.
"Oh," she replied fixing her jacket, "okay." She shoved her headphones into her bag and walked over standing next to me. "So you waiting for the bus too?"
I rolled my eyes, "no I'm out here trying to talk to squirrels."
The girl gave out a small laugh, "okaaaay, I just asked cause I've never seen you on my bus before."
"Uh-huh, well I just started go to this new school," I replied.
"Oh did you transfer schools or something?" She asked.
"Schools, houses, states I transferred a lot," I mumbled.
"Oooooh!" She exclaimed causing me to jump, "did you move into that house a couple of days ago?" She asked pointing down the street.
"Uh yeah," I replied.
"My Dad was right that house did sell really fast, it is a really nice house," she commented.
"Yeah it is, it's got cool back deck and a pool," I mentioned, "our dogs like it." The girl gasped causing me to jump again.
"You have dogs!" She exclaimed.
"Uh, yeah," I replied slowly, "so I'm going to assume that you live near by."
"Yeah in that small cabin over there," she replied pointing down the other side of the street. "It's got a big patch of woods around it. Sometimes I see animals, it nice and cozy."
"Nice," I shrugged, "I'd have to come and bother you sometime." The girl gave out a small laugh as we heard the bus pull up. She quickly ran onto the bus, I soon followed. I stood at front of the bus noticing that she took her seat near the front. I walked over to the row she sat, "you don't mind?"
"Nope," she replied placing her bag on the floor.
"Don't worry I'll move if your friends wanna sit here," I stated sitting down.
"Oh uh, no you're good, you don't need to worry about that," she mumbled.
"Oh well okay," I mumbled, moments pasted before I finally turned to her, "by the way, my name is Thomas Fischbach."
"I'm Samantha McLoughlin, but you can call me Sam. It's what my Dad calls me," she introduced.
"Huh, same," I commented, "my dad calls me Tim."
"Imma call you that," Sam stated, "I like Tim, Imma call you Tim."
I gave out a short laugh, "fine by me, what ever floats your boat."
A/N:
Thank you for reading!
This is kinda out if the range of stories I usually write so I would love some feedback.
Until next time!
~Silent Fangirl
