AN-This is something I had written a while ago. I actually don't want to set an update requirement for this story, but they should be pretty quick. I don't like to keep you wonderful readers waiting! Well, I hope you like! Review!
P.S. Yes, I will most likely update A4Y today but here in the US, we have summer reading to do and I'm really supposed to finish that today! So, I'll try! If not, expect one tomorrow!
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Seventeen year old Samantha Puckett pulled up to Seattle Coast Academy (SCA) and exited her new 2010 sky blue Camaro. As she looked around, she saw her car didn't exactly meet the 'expectations' around here. There were people riding up in Cadillacs and BMW's; rich academy, rich people, she thought, and immediately knew this was no place for her. She tossed her hoodie over her long, soft, blonde curls and began to walk towards the school.
At that moment, she cursed her mom for pressuring her to do this. Apparently, her mother thought this school was for people with talent, and she supposedly had one—it was her mom's way of trying to get her to fit in. Sam could think the exact opposite. The only way I can fit in here is if I'm rich and popular—the two things I'm not.
She weighed her options. She could always get back in her 'new' car and buy one way tickets to Amsterdam. She quickly decided against it, pulling out her PearPhone and earphones, turning on She's Killing Me by A Rocket to the Moon—her favorite song.
Just as the chorus picked up, the music lowered and a loud ringing traveled from her phone, into her earphones, and finally, into her ears. Damn ringtone, she thought, bitterly, as she pressed the flashing green button on her screen.
"Mom, if you're calling to ask if I died in a car wreck on the way here, save your breath," she mumbled. "I'm obviously safe."
"I was just asking you how's it going, sweetie," her mother said, amiably.
"Mom, I'm just walking into the place," she said, opening the school's entrance doors, since of course, nobody here had the decency to hold doors for her. "And to be honest, I hate it."
"Sam," her mom muttered. "Just give it a try—for me. Please?"
Sam sighed and hung up the phone, shoving the whole thing carelessly into her back pocket.
Groaning, she looked at her feet, and was surprised when she ran straight into the body of someone else.
"Geez, walk much?" she huffed, angrily, without looking up from her spot on the ground.
The guy gave a short laugh, and Sam felt slightly pissed. He thought this was funny?
He held out her hand to him and she shoved it away, picking her own self up. She finally looked up at him and glared. "Sorry about that." He said, sounding a little more genuine.
She scoffed and pushed past him.
"Wait!"
"What?" She asked, turning back around.
"I never got your name!"
"And you never will," she stormed off, dragging her bags behind her.
She hurried into the Dean's office and impatiently waited for a few minutes until the people in front of her finished. "Name, please," he spoke. Before answering, she examined his features. He definitely didn't look his age—when she had been researching the academy to prove to her mom just how horrible it was, she read that he was 49. He definitely was a good looking old guy.
"Samantha Puckett," she told him, fingering one of her curls under her hoodie. She watched him press a few keys until he finally looked back up at her, handing her a newly printed schedule.
"I'm the Dean—Ted Franklin…okay, Samantha," he said. "Your dorm number is number 15 and it looks like you'll be roommates with Carly Shay. Your first class starts at eight AM tomorrow morning. Don't be late."
She almost laughed right in this guy's face. He clearly didn't know her. She snatched the paper from him and walked out of his office, pushing past anyone that stood in her way.
When Sam finally found dorm room number 15, she unlocked it with the access key, and walked in.
There were two of everything—two beds, two closets, two computer desks, and even two bathrooms. She took the side of the room closest to the door and set all of her belongings on top of the bed. Overall, the room was plain. She guessed the runners of this academy wanted everyone to decorate their room to express their individuality. Either that or they were too lazy to do anything else besides constructing the room. She went with the latter, wanting to think worst about this rich place.
After she finished inelegantly folding her undergarments and dangling her other clothes on hangers, she placed them in their respectful locations.
She took off her hoodie, revealing her 'bite me' t-shirt. She looked in the mirror of the bathroom and ruffled her curls around. She was beautiful, she really was, and her sapphire eyes were to die for, as well as her laugh and smile. If only she knew that.
A sharp knock on the door made her come back into reality. Walking out of the bathroom, she called, "Who is it?"
Without an answer, the door turned and revealed a girl about her size with brunette hair and brown eyes. Small diamond studs were visible on both of the girl's ears as well as a hint of pink lipstick on her lips. The only other makeup she wore was her black eyeliner—but then again, what girl here didn't? No doubt she was beautiful.
"Hey," the girl said after the awkward silence. "I'm Carly. You must be Samantha."
"Yeah, I am, but call me Sam." She said, walking back into her bathroom. "You weren't here so I just took any side."
"That's fine," the girl awkwardly placed her bags on the other side of the bed. "So, um, I have some friends here, and we're hanging out at the smoothie place down here…wanna come with?"
Sam shrugged. What better do I have to do?
The girl smiled and Sam followed her out of the room.
When they arrived at the Groovy Smoothie she followed Carly over to a table where two boys were seated. They were too engaged in a conversation to notice Carly and Sam enter. Memories came flowing back to this morning when Sam had bumped into the guy. She sighed inwardly and then came to the conclusion that the two boys she was about to hang out with were either morons or losers. Or both.
"Okay, Sam," Carly smiled, catching the two boy's attention. "These are my friends, Freddie and Gibby." Freddie's head popped over to Sam and she rolled her eyes as he stared at her mesmerized.
"That's your name?" He asked and she merely ignored him. "Samantha?"
"Everyone calls me Sam."
Carly looked confused. "You two know each other?"
Freddie looked embarrassed but Sam ratted him out, not even giving a care about his feelings. "This douche bumped in to me this morning, causing me to fall flat on my ass!"
"I said I was sorry."
Again, Sam ignored him, turning her attention to Gibby. "You look like a complete weirdo." She stood, walking towards the bathroom, but turned back around once more. "By the way, never wear that shirt again."
Gibby was clearly offended and Freddie was still mesmerized by the irony of it all. "I never got your name." "And you never will." The events from this morning replayed in his mind. Her name was Samantha. Sam…
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"You're new here…" the waiter said, walking over to the four at the table.
"Uh, yeah," she said, shrugging. "What's it to ya?"
"This is my older brother, Spencer," Carly explained as he lay out their smoothies for them. She couldn't care less who this guy was. She wasn't the slightest bit interested.
"So, um, Samantha," she glared up as Freddie began to talk to her. "I mean Sam…what brings you to Seattle?"
She tried to keep calm, but just by looking at this guy made her feel strange. He was staring, and she was getting completely annoyed. "Well, from what I heard, this is a little talent academy and I supposedly have a 'talent' within me."
"Oh…what do you do?" Carly asked.
"I dance," she said, and Freddie smiled. "But only a little."
Carly and Gibby laughed. "If you could only dance a little you wouldn't have gotten accepted. You have to be great at it."
"Maybe you could teach Freddie a thing or two," Gibby suggested.
"Huh?" Sam asked, scoffing.
Carly nudged her. "Freddie dances too…or so we think. He's never shown us."
Freddie rolled his eyes but after that, kept them locked on Sam.
"Whatever," Sam shrugged. "Maybe."
The four of them just began to question each other back and forth and Sam had found out quite a few things about each of them—the main things being their talent.
Carly was a singer. Gibby's talent was acting. And Freddie, well we all knew he was the dancer.
"Uh oh," Carly commented after everyone had finished their smoothies. "I think it's gonna rain. We should get back to our dorm."
Sam nodded and turned to Freddie and Gibby. "Are you guy's roommates?"
They nodded in concert. "Yep."
"Well," Carly grabbed Sam's hand and kissed Gibby's cheek. Sam had to hold back the vomit that was threatning to erupt from her mouth. "See you boys later."
"You're dating that weird kid back there?" Sam asked as they entered their apartment.
Carly blushed. "Yeah."
Sam shook her head, still freaked out. "Alright, well, I promised my dad I'd call him before bed. I'll be right out." She walked into her bathroom and closed the door behind her.
"Hey Dad, it's Sam," she said, softly. "I wanted you to know that mom put me in this talent school in Seattle and I, um, I made some new friends. Call me back when you can. Bye."
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