Hi all. It's me with a new ff and I made it a school one, mostly because everyone has one and i don't. Well I do now :D
It'll start Sam/Zain because I'm writing it and the most of you know I'm obsessed with a certain DC.
It'll soon turn Sam/Phil tho so do not panic. As long as you review that is ;)
Sam Nixon stepped out of her dad's car and gazed at the house that was to be her new home. She'd lived in Manchester all of her life up until now, and she was nervous about starting a new school, and trying to make new friends now. She approached the house somewhat nervously, almost as if she was afraid of it, and went inside.
She'd only seen the house once before, and she hadn't liked it then. Of course, her parents hadn't listened to her opinion and had bought it anyway. She walked into what was going to be her room and looked at the bare walls and boxes piled in every corner. It all felt so cold and unfeeling compared to her old house.
She sat down on her bed, and lifted her mobile to text her best friend, Sandra. She knew that it wouldn't be that way for much longer. Soon Sandra would move on, and make a new best friend, and Sam would hopefully be making lots of new friends once school restarted in a few weeks time. That was always the way when people moved. They'd say they would be friends for life and would never get a new best friend, but it was only a matter of time, be it days, weeks, months or even years, people moved on from childhood friends that they hadn't seen in so long.
Her mother came upstairs with a drink for her and an apologetic smile on her face. Sam just looked at her coldly. She knew they had to move or her father would lose her job. She knew they hadn't had a choice, but that couldn't stop her hating the decision with all her heart.
"Maybe you should go and introduce yourself to the neighbours" her mum suggested
"Maybe later" Sam said, lying back on the bed, staring at the plain white ceiling.
"Okay" her mum said, sighing and closing the door on her way out.
Sam lay there for ten minutes before deciding she was going to go for a walk. As she headed downstairs, her dad called to her,
"Where do you think your going? You have unpacking to do."
"I'll do it for her" her mum said, emerging from the kitchen, "Go out and meet some new people Samantha."
"Fine" her dad said, "But make sure you don't get lost."
"I won't" Sam sighed, shutting the door behind her and setting off at a fast pace, determined to get as much space between her new home and her as possible. However, as soon as she rounded the corner, she realised that she had no idea where anywhere was in this town. She decided to go home again, and wait until her dad was free so he could drive her to the nearest shopping centre.
Deciding that she didn't want to participate in the fiasco that would most certainly be the unpacking, Sam went around the side of her house, clambering over the medium height fence and dropping to the grass behind her house. The only good thing that had come from moving house was that this one had a garden, and even that wasn't that great as Sam didn't foresee herself using it very much.
She sat on the ground, gazing up into the bright blue sky. The sun was beating down on her, and Sam knew that if she got burnt, her mother would complain, but she couldn't bring herself to re-enter that house just yet.
She heard children laughing on the other side of the tall wall that separated her house from the one next door. They sounded too young for her to make friends with though, so she lay back and closed her eyes.
She had no idea how long she lay there, she may even have drifted off to sleep for all she knew, but the next thing she realised was something hitting her on the stomach. Instantly, she opened her eyes, and sat up. She glanced around her for the source of the attack, and noticed a scruffy looking football sitting next to her. She realised that it must have come from next door, and was about to throw it back when a small boy, he looked no older than 7, darted over the wall.
Suddenly, he realised she was there and froze in his tracks. They both stayed still for a couple of seconds, each astonished that the other was there. Sam took in the boy's appearance. He had black, sticking up hair and a an asian skin tone. He had a look of complete terror on his face as he looked at her. It was almost as if he was afraid she would hurt him or something. Slowly, Sam stood up, and threw the ball towards him. He caught it, but still stood in the same place, with a deer in headlights look on his face. She frowned and approached him, but as soon as she got close enough, he opened his mouth and screamed,
"Zain!"
"What?" an older voice shouted back
"Help!" the boy sounded terrified. In a few minutes, a boy that looked more or less her own age dropped down onto the grass too, beside the younger boy. He looked like an older version of him.
"Who're you?" Sam and the older boy both asked at the same time
"Sam Nixon" Sam answered first
"Zain Nadir" he said, looking at her a little warily, "I didn't think anyone was moving in 'til next week"
"We weren't supposed to, we had to move early." Sam answered. She glanced at what she assumed was Zain's younger brother, who was standing slightly behind Zain, staring at her
"Is he okay?" she asked,
"Yeah, it's just the person who lived here before you was a…" he hesitated, glancing down at his brother, "She wasn't very nice. She used to burst any balls that came in here; she even hit him once for going to get it."
"Oh. Well I would never…"
"I know that. You look much nicer than that old bat" he said, looking her up and down slowly
"Can we go back now" the young boy whispered
"In a minute" Zain said, flashing her a smile, showing her perfect white teeth. Sam smiled back, already liking the boy.
"What age are you" he asked suddenly
"Fifteen. You?"
"Same. You going to Sunhill comp?"
"Yeah."
"You might be in my class then." He said, grinning again.
"Yeah" Sam agreed hoping she would be. She would really like to get to know him better. They shared a moment, where they gazed into each others eyes, which was broken by the younger boy tugging on Zain's arm again.
"We'd better go before my mum realises that we're not there. I'm grounded" he laughed, turning towards the wall again. Before he reached it, Sam heard someone shout
"Zain! Tarek! Where are you?"
"Just getting a ball" Zain yelled back
He picked up his brother, and gave him a boost over the wall, throwing the ball over after him
"See you soon" he said, pulling himself over the wall too, leaving Sam alone in her back garden, staring after him.
Yes, I stole TJ Ramini's name, but only because I love him so much. oh and i never know how to decribe Zain's skin tone so i putr asian 'cos Vikki told me to ;)
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