A/N: HEY! I know I already have a story to work on, but I thought doing this would be fun. This is based on Twilight, obviously. I love both these movies/shows and they've both ended. It will take me longer to update this then it will my other multi-chap. I hope you like!:)
"Are you sure, Sam," My mom asked me for the fiftieth time. "You don't have to go."
"Yes, i'm sure, mom," I told her, while getting out of her car. "It's time to visit Dad now."
My mom and dad divorced when I was little. My mom left to live in Florida with my step-dad and my dad stayed here, in Forks. I thought about it for a long time, you know, living with my dad. And I figured I needed to get away for a while. I needed to find myself.
"Okay, Sam," She said, stroking my golden curls. "I'll miss you."
"Yeah, okay, mom," I said, letting her kiss my forehead once more. "Bye."
She blew me a kiss and got in her red Mustang. It's not like I had a bad life in Florida, but I felt I needed to live a simpler life. A life without fancy cars or huge houses. I wanted to live in Forks with my dad.
I watched her zoom off, heading back to Florida, as I breathed a big breath and walked up to my father's front door. As the wood hit my fingers, I suddenly felt this was the right place to be. I turned around and noticed my dad's Police Cruiser in the driveway. It was familiar, simple, and just right.
My dad stood in the doorway. He looked the same except for the minor aging differences. And as he embraced me into a hug, I noticed he smelled the same too. Like the same Purple Rain cologne he'd used for years. It felt good to be around him again.
"Sammy," He said, excitedly, taking my bags from me, and leading me up the stairs. "This is your room."
Although it was a small room, it was still big enough for me, and it felt like my real home. The room was painted a soft orange color, white, floral curtains draping the side. A bed- my bed was big and had a floral, chartreuse colored comforter set, really making my walls pop. There was a flat screen tv on top of a light green dresser, making the room more flatterable. A small laptop lay on a brown desk in the corner of my room. It was truly beautiful. Suit for the average 18 year old.
"Do you like it," He asked, looking at my expression.
"Yea, Charlie" I answered, genuinely happy. "Thanks."
Then, we heard a beeping noise from outside. I shrugged and walked with him to the door. There was a man in a wheelchair and what looked like to be his son. Charlie seemed to know them because he went and gave each of them a hug.
"Johnathan," My dad greeted the elder of the two. Johnathan, as my dad called him, wore a cowboy hat over his long black hair and a plaid shirt with ripped jeans. Then my dad motioned me over to him. "Sammy, this is Gibby."
I shook the Gibby's hand. There was no doubting he was handsome. His freshly cut brown hair swiveled to the side, his hazel eyes staring straight at me, and it was easy to see his biceps through his long-sleeved tight shirt.
"Remember me," Gibby asked, showing his straight, white teeth. "We used to play together when we were little. I was six and you were eight."
I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I remember that," Lies.
"Johnathan and Gibby are the ones who sold this car to me," My dad said, placing his head on a faded red truck that I didn't even notice. "Do you like it?"
Truly, I thouht it was beautiful. It was old, noticably, but it fit my style. "I love it, Charlie." I grinned,
"I thought you would," He said, handing me a pair of keys. "It's all yours."
I gasped and embraced him into a bear hug. "Thank you so much,"
"No problem. I just thought it'd be nice to get you a coming home present," He said into my hair.
I pilled back, still smiling. "I'm gonna go for a ride," I hesitated before asking: "Uh, Gibby, do you wanna come with me?"
He smiled and climbed into the passenger seat and I drove off.
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School the next day was definitely...different. I pulled up in the school parking lot, earning way to many stares as I walked into the building. My truck couldn't compare to any car there.
"Hey," A boy, around my age, greeted me, walking beside me. "I'm Chris. You're...Samantha Puckett, right?" He held out his arm.
"Uh, just Sam," I said, shaking his outstretched hand. "How do you know my name?"
"Christopher Evans knows everything," He said, smirking. Cocky, are we, I thought.
"Well then, Chris," I said, facing him. "Would you like to show me where Mr. Casey's class is, then? I mean, since you know everything."
He chuckled, lightly. "I'd be happy to, follow me."
And we were off to first period.
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I walked into the gym, sweats and a tee shirt on. Why did I even sign up for P.E. I'm clumsly, i'm not even athletic, and I can't play any sport.
"Okay, class, today, we'll be playing volleyball." My new coach, , told us. "Positions!"
Wait, how do I know where to get? I don't have a 'position'. I shook my head but took an empty stance towards the back, next to a light-brown haired girl. She had her hair in a ponytail...should I? I heard blow her whistle and I saw the ball glide through the air. Quickly, I took my hairbow and threw my hair into a ponytail.
The next thing I saw was a ball coming straight at me. Squinting, I put my hands up in an awkward pattern and start swinging them everywhere. The ball flew to the left of me and hit a light-brown haired guy straight in the back of his noggin. The coach blew her whistle and I put both my hands over my mouth, rushing to the injured guy.
"Oh my gosh," I said, helping him up from the ground. "I am sooo sorry." He looked as though he was about to retort, but his face became gentler once he saw me.
"No, no, don't be," He said, still grasping my hand. I let go, feeling awkward. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have been...standing there."
"I'm Brad," He said, smiling at me."Bradley Stevens."
"Sam," You could feel the awkward.
"Hi," The brunette girl sauntered over to us. "I'm Carly." I shook her hand and she spoke again. "You're from Florida, right?"I nodded. "Aren't people from there usually supposed to be, you know, tan?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I, uh, I guess that's why the kicked me out," I joked.
She and Brad laughed. "You're funny," She said. "Why don't you sit by Brad, Chris, Wendy, and I in lunch? It's after this class."
What? "Um, I wouldn't want to intrude or anything," I said, lowly.
"Nonesense," Brad said. "It's the least you could do after you hit me in the head with that ball," He laughed but I didn't.
"Um, okay, I will." They nodded. Then the bell rang.
"C'mon," Carly pulled me. "They're having nachos today."
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A/N: How'd I do? How was it? So like I said, it will take me longer to update this than my other story! Please Review! I really want this story to be a big hit!:D REVIEW!