Sam. POV
Present Time
"Freddie, I don't remember anything. Will you please tell me?"
You can clearly hear that I've cried. I look at him, he hesitates. Then he says
"Is there something you remember?" "I just before school. You were outside my door."
Why do I sound so weak when I talk and why does my head hurt? Just then I notice that my head is bandaged and it hurts like hell.
"Ok, well it didn't happen anything at school. Except for you acting all weird…" He keeps on rambling; I'm not really paying any attention to him.
"Sam, Sam! Are you even listening to me?"
"Yeah."I couldn't be more interested in how weird I acted in school. I already know that, can't he just start talking about the part I don't remember."Now you're doing it again, blowing me off"
Wow, he sound nearly frustrated by something so unimportant." Sorry, bad habit. I'll try to listen."I mumble wondering if he actually can hear me. Then I remember something. "Where's Spencer?" "We don't know yet. Can't reach him."
Should I make a story out of it?
It isn't much but I'm in the middle of a writers block so this is all thet i came up with.
Vickie
