TGG: Sam is eighteen. Remember. Things aren't always as the seem.
Sam pulled her backpack off the floor and onto her shoulder. She opened the door and raced down the stairs. She didn't want the marry Danny. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life as his wife, his slave. Danny hated her. She knew that. Her parents hated her and worst of all she had no friends to turn to. She had reached the door and was about to open it when a voice called her.
"Sam!" she turned and came face to face with the one person she really didn't want to see. "D-Danny. I was j-just…" she stammered.
"Your not running away are you?" He's blue eyes burning into hers.
"N-no…" He shoved her against the wall pressing against her.
"Good. I wouldn't want to waste an evening looking for my bride to be." He kissed her harshly. His rough lips bruising hers. He pulled away and looked her over. "You're shivering. Are you cold?" Sam said nothing and tried not to move. "Answer." He demanded.
"N-no. I-I was just going to go for a w-walk." Danny smirked.
"Okay. I'll let you go. But don't think you can run away." He glared at her and she shuddered again. "Go on. Before I change my mind." Sam nodded slightly and bolted out the door. Danny's laughter followed her down the cold night street. She leaned against the cold metal of a lamp post. Danny had taken her backpack so she would have to go back. A cold wind swept around her and she shivered again. This time it was from the cold not fear.
"What did I do?" she asked herself as she cried silently. The leaves rustled and Sam turned. "W-who's there?" She called. 'Smooth Manson.' She thought as she continued walking. The leaves in a tree fell to the ground behind her and she jumped. "DANNY! I-I know it's you! Stop it! Please!" To her surprise a boy stepped out of the shadows. "Your not Danny..." She blinked backing up. He was around her height maybe a bit taller his messy white hair almost covered his lime green eyes. "W-who are you?"
TGG: Yes...erm, I did want it to be really short...So what do you think?