The sixteen year old girl sat on the edge of her four poster bed. Looking around her, a person would seemingly be able to describe her personality by what dominated her walls. Movie posters, pink hearts and an expensive oak make-up desk all shared space. She glanced up and looked intently at the picture of the white stallion that locals called the 'Phantom'. Then, her head shot down and she began sobbing silently, surrounded by fuzzy pink lies.
On the nearby River Bend Ranch, a girl of a similar age bounded down the stairs from her bedroom, whistling an unknown tune as she washed her hands for breakfast. "Good morning, Gram." She was very cheerful that morning. Her Gram, shaking a frying pan of sausages smiled and answered. "Good morning to you too, sweetheart." The voice was warm and loving. Sam felt a sudden urge of childhood longing and gave her grandmother a big hug. Then she sat at the table to a breakfast of eggs, toast and sausages. "Hey dad. What's going on today?"
"What's going on today, Samantha Anne, is you doing your chores and going to school, then doing your homework." Sam rolled her eyes at him and ate up.
Sam walked into her class. It was the first day of eleventh grade. There were no seating arrangements, but when she looked around the teen groaned. Only one chair was left, and it was next to her enemy, Rachel Slocum. With impeccable make-up, wealthy parents and expensive toys, the other girl was the other end of the spectrum. Throughout high school, Sam had been bullied by the girl. Was it a cruel twist of fate that they were next to each other? Sam looked at Rachel and waited, for the other girl to make a snarky remark, but it didn't come. The other girl just stared straight ahead. "SAMANTHA ANNE FORSTER!" Sam snapped out of her reverie. "Yes sir?"
"I'm glad you finished visiting the moon and are ready to join us. Now, could you concentrate on my English lesson?" Rachel would normally be whispering a rude comment about spacing out to Sam, but she wasn't. Sam couldn't believe her luck! Her high school enemy had decided to ignore her. Hallelujah! Then Sam looked at Rachel. One single tear was slipping down her cheek. Sam was shocked, and tried to put her attention back on her lesson instead.
If you notice anything odd about the school atmosphere, drop me a line okay? I'm Canadian and don't know American school practices. I probably don't know exactly how Canadian schools are either, because I'm homeschooled too! Cookies for everyone!
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