A/N: HEY GUYS! So I had this dream and it was so intense I seriously just had to write it! I hope you guys like it and don't be afraid to review! I love reading everyone's comments. P.s. the begriming is kinda slow but just wait for the end ;]


CHAPTER UNO

Friday.

Ahhh the best day of the entire week! The last day before you don't have to wake up early for school, worry about doing anything embarrassing or think about that homework assignment you forgot to finish the night before. SLEEPING IN HERE I COME! This entire week has been a long one. Every time I looked at the clock its like the hand moved back a minute inside of forward. Although my brain tells me it's completely impossible I still have this gut feeling the teachers rigged their clocks to make us suffer. It is getting to the end of semester 1 so all the pressure is on. For some reason the teachers at my school are finding anyway possible to make our lives miserable. For example my spanish teacher gives us our final project the last week of school and says she "forgot" to give it to us early. Then she tells us it is due on friday aka next week and if we don't give it to her she will fail us. Which technically she can't do because it is only worth 15% of our mark but still she is evil.

Today was probably the least stressful day of the entire week. We ended up doing absolutely nothing because we were on lock down due to a code red. Apparently someone with a weapon was in the school. I honestly doubted it, I think they were just saying that because there was this creepy man lurking around early today. He was kinda old with long gray brown hair and shifting looking eyes. If anything I would have said he was only looking to buy drugs from the teen dealers at our school. You'd think that when the druggies saw the guy they'd take a hit that they would turn out like him if they kept doing drugs...but apparently not.

It was the end of the day and I had just finished an intense volleyball practice which was getting us ready for our up coming finale tournament. Our team has been undefeated for 9 years making this the 10th if we win. Exactly why the couches were pushing us so hard. One of the girls threw up and all the couch told her was "shake it off and get your butt back on the court we don't have quitters on this team." Ya our couch is a jerk. Hence why after every practice I take a long hot shower to relieve the stress. Its nice really because most the girls leave and go home so I have peace and quiet not to mention some time to think. At home I have two older brothers, Peter, and Jeff so as you have guessed my house is far from quiet. Plus whenever I actually get a spare second to to myself they come in making lovey dovey faces to each other pretending to be me and my bestfriend Kendall Knight. Honestly though they are way way way way off! Kendall is seriously like a brother to me. We actually already talked about being more then friends but the thought of it creeped us both out. He was the brother I always wanted. I also had two other friends Carlos and Logan. I love them like brothers too...just not as much as Kendall. Mainly because I have known Kendall since I was 2.

Aside from those three I have one best girl friend Missy. We are so similar we could be twins! Ok well not looks wise. But personality wise yes. I have long light brown curly hair that falls down my back and blue eyes. She has long straight blonde hair and green eyes. Our size and shape are the only thing that is similar. Which is why we always borrow each others clothes. We are like sisters minus the whole fighting and getting on eachothers nerves thing. Anyway she is also another reason why Kendall and I would never work. He is hopelessly in love with her.

So I guess now the only person I have left to talk about is the self conceited, narcissistic, egomaniac James Diamond. The mere thought of him makes me want to puke. If he isn't brushing his hair with his stupid little comb then he is trying to land some poor unexpecting girl. I guess you could say I hate James. But hate is a big word so I think an intensely gag worthy blood boiling dislike would be a better term for it. It all started in grade 8 when he walked into the girls change room on purpose and of course I was closest to the doors. He saw me in my bra and underwear then proceed to tell the entire male grade 8 population that I had the best looking rack and then if that wasn't bad enough made a bet with the guys to see who could tap/bang me first. Weeks after that guys followed me around trying to grab my butt and touch me. It was a nightmare. Then in 9th grade he thought it would be funny to put purple hair dye in my shampoo. My hair instead of turning purple went green. FREAKING GREEN! I nearly killed him. Lets just say IM not a hundred percent sure if he's ever going to be able to have kids in the future. The final and most embarrassing thing James did to me was last year in grade 10. As a prank he decided to take my clothes while I was showering after a volleyball practice and hide them in the boys change room. I had to beg one of the guys while in nothing but my towel to bring them out for me. For doing that Carlos got beat up which is why we are such good friends now. I didn't befriend him because he got beaten up on my account but because he risked getting beat up for someone he barely knew. So yes because of all of that I STRONGLY DISLIKE JAMES DIAMOND.

CRRRREEEEAKKK

The quietest creaking sound of the girls locker room door brought me out of my thoughts and back to reality. Like I said I'm not used to quiet so when the smallest thing disturbers it I find it hard to ignore. But shouldn't everyone be gone by now I have been in the shower for a good 20 minutes! The only people that could possibly still be in the building are the janitors but they never come in the change room. My favorite janitor always leaves the locker room as his last place to clean because he knows I like to take long showers. And aside from the janitors is the boys hockey team but they got out at the same time as us and all of them leave with the girls from the volleyball team. Kendall, Carlos and Logan are all on the team too but they don't wait for me because I like to take my time considering its the only time alone I EVER get. I listened carefully but didn't hear anything else. I was probably just being paranoid.

Thump

Again my thoughts were disturbed when I heard the faint thump of a boot on the ground. Ok maybe its just the janitor? Right ya it's just the janitor no need to panic just breath...

Once again I heard, although this time much much quieter, a scuff of a shoe. I don't mean to sound scared here but WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I don't believe in horror movies and physco killers...but if there is one thing I know most of them take place when a girl (usually) is alone in an empty building. And showering is just the freaking bonus for those pervs. I decided not to risk it so leaving the shower running I moved the bottom of the curtain aside making sure not to make any noises and slipped out to the changing side of the room. The change room is a big square. You walk in and you can either go to the left which is filled with benches and a mirror meant strictly for changing or the right where the showers are. In between both areas is a wall only dividing the middle, leaving space on both ends to enter and exit into the two different areas. With my towel wrapped tightly around my body I grabbed my bag and flattened myself against the wall. Hesitantly I forced myself forward. Before I got to the corner I took a quiet deep inhale. Peeking around the corner I saw the silver blade glisten in the florescent light.

My name is Sam Foster and to the contrary I am not a boy. My full name is actually Samantha Amanda Foster which is way to girly for me. Never the less my name is Sam, I am 17 years old and I am definitely too. young. to. die.


Did ya like it? So this story is gonna be mainly focused on one of the guys from BTR instead of all but I promise you will like it! Please send me a review and tell me what you think :D Muchos Gracias!