Pollmer High School in New York, everyone wants in, so what if the descendents of the disaster of 1970 got in? Would the story be the same? Or would things go differently
Somewhere over in New York
"Good bye honey we'll miss you" cried the parents of Sarra Daemont, actually her adoptive parents, the Tanders. Sarra or Sam as everyone called her was the caligirl from the wrong side of the tracks. Her mother died when her little brother was born and her father committed suicide after her older brother Charlie went missing after a car wreck. So it was her and her little 6-year-old brother Jay living with the Tanders.
"Yea sure" Sarra mumbled, they were making her go to a boarding school for 'smart people' as she put it. Even though she had a genius IQ she still acted like a kid.
She slowly boarded the train with a few other kids and sat in the empty seat in the back. All the other kids (ages ranging from 12-18) were excited. Sarra just sat there glumly, in her eggplant jacket, blue jeans and Jack Skellington T-shirt. Her hair was dark brown and the front was dyed purple, her eyes were a cold blue and yet sad.
The train, let out a loud whistled and it left the station. All the way to New York more and more kids kept coming on. One point another girl was sitting across from Sarra, she had long blond hair, fair skin and very thin.
"Hi" the girl said.
"Hello" Sarra said not really listening.
"S-so where are you from, I'm from Idaho," the girl said trying to be polite and not stutter.
"I'm from the CA, and why are you shaking" Sarra finally said annoyed by her chattering teeth.
"B-because, I heard you are a punker and from what my mama told me punkers usually kill people like me" she quivered.
Sarra began to laugh hysterically "you think I'm going to kill you," she said through tears of laughter. "No I'm not punker I don't do drugs and I don't kill people. I'm, a nerd I just like this style that's all".
"O that's good," the girl said now embarrassed about the whole thing "I'm Marie Gity and you are".
"I'm Sarra Deamont but you can call me Sam" Sarra said with pleasure, that she had made a friend.
For hours they talked and laughed about lives, deaths and the thing Sarra dreaded loves. "So this guy was he hansom" Marie asked as she chewed on a piece of gum.
"I hate to admit it but yes he was" Sam said as she chewed on a piece of chocolate "but he became a snob after his father inherited this large fortune or something like that. We've known each other since preschool but now I hate his guts"
"Well what happened between you two, romance, anything like that?" Marie asked now interested in this guy.
"I know he kissed me once but on the cheek and he used to hug me a lot but no nothing like that," Sam said absently.
"Well what was his name?" Marie urged.
"Robbie Devins" Sam replied simply.