And here we go.
This isn't exactly my usual style of writing, and the voice is supposed to sound a bit choppy until Freddie gets older, but... I don't know, just, here we go. The chapters will get longer as this goes on.
The first time Freddie ever saw Sam lie was in third grade.
Coincidentally, it was also the day they met.
"Yo," nine-year-old Sam had said, plopping a brown, soggy sack next to his thirty-dollar, anti-bacterial, shiny silver metal lunch box.
"You're Sam, aren't you?" Freddie asked fearfully, having heard of the girl before.
"Maybe." The blonde shrugged. "You're Freddie, right?"
"Um," he had said. He honestly couldn't remember his name, as Sam had frightened all his memory away.
"I'll take that as a yes." Sam scoffed disdainfully. She peered at his high-tech lunchbox. "Got any meat?"
"I'm a vegetarian," he squeaked, as soon as he found his voice.
"Say that again," she said, pulling something out of her soggy sack.
"I'm a vege-MMPH!" Sam had stuffed a wad of turkey slices into his open mouth. "HEY!" Freddie shouted, indignant, spitting out the now-wet glop of meat.
"Did you like it?" she smiled.
"NO!" Well, yes. But he wasn't going to let her know that.
"Right."
"I'm telling Ms. Green!" Freddie finally realized his teacher was at the front of the room, flirting with the janitor.
"You do that," Sam yawned.
"MS. GREEN!" he yelled in his shrill little-boy voice.
The teacher sighed, said 'One minute,' to the janitor, and hurried over to the boy. "Yes, Fredward?"
Sam laughed to herself.
"What?" Freddie asked the blonde, mad.
She snorted. "Well, you know, Fredward. It's a funny name."
The now smoldering Freddie turned back to his teacher. "She shoved a wad of turkey in my mouth!"
Ms. Green sighed. "Did you, Sam?" she asked tiredly, obviously having heard of the malicious prankster.
"No," the blonde said, like it was the last thing she'd ever do. She nonchalantly picked at a scab on her right elbow. "Fredward here asked me for it and then just shoved it in his mouth."
"Did you, Fredward?" Ms. Green turned to the younger boy.
"N-" he started to say, before catching Sam's eye behind him. She was glaring at him threateningly, making choking motions with her fingers. "Yes," he muttered, subdued.
"Come with me," the teacher said, bored. Freddie got up dejectedly, watching Sam's massive blonde head of frizzy curls head over to another poor, dorky, victim.
He had a feeling that wouldn't be the last time he'd see Sam Puckett lie.
Yeah, yeah, on to the next chapter.