Chapter 2
Senior year was going to be ABBULOUS! As dorky Sam would say. There was so much to look forward to. Glee Club, Field Hockey, Football, Friday Night Games, Homecoming, Winter Break, Summer Break, Graduation & College! 'College, wow,' Mercedes thought to herself. "This time next year, I'll be walking toward some place totally different." "Totally different from where" Sam said as he grab her hand out of nowhere. "Oh hey, babe, I was just thinking about senior year and where I'll be this time next year." Sam stopped abruptly and dropped her hand leaving her to walk aimlessly down the hall alone. Mercedes stopped as she noticed her hand feeling lifeless as the touch of Sam's hand was now gone. She turned around and said "What wrong?" "Mercedes, this is the second time that I've needed to remind you that you & I are a "we" why do you keep making plans that never have me in the equation." "Seriously Sam, I was just thinking out loud, I didn't mean to imply that we weren't going to be together. It's just that…" "It's just that what?" Sam said with a tone that only meant his heart was feeling pain. "It's just that we don't know where we are going to be next year. And honestly, do you really think that we are going to spend every moment of the rest of our lives together?" As soon as the words came out Mercedes knew it was a mistake. Sam looked at her, gave her a slight smile, turned around and walked away. Mercedes's eyes followed Sam as he walked down the hallway, but her legs were cemented to the ground making it impossible for her to move. She tried to call after him, but her voice failed and all she heard was a faint whisper. She was brought back to reality as she heard the 1st bell ring indicating that she only had 1 min to get to class. Thinking of how she was going to make it up to him, Mercedes quickly ran off to class hoping that the opening minutes of the 1st day of school was no indication that this year was going to be a rough one. Little did she know she was right.
Sam walked into 1st period with a look of sadness on his face. His best friend Mike Chang noticed, and shot him a quick text "What's up with the face?" Sam felt the vibration in his back pocket quickly looked at the message & responded "Nothing man, just a rough morning." Mike read the text and shot back "Bro's dinner at the rents tonight, you game?" "Always" Sam text back. Mike looked at the date as Dr. Anderson placed it above the quote of the day in the upper right corner of the white board. Mike was always amazed at the fact that Dr. Anderson chooses to teach High School English when she could have been a professor at an elite University. He wasn't complaining however. Dr. Anderson or Dr. A as her students called her, was the teacher every senior wanted for English. She wasn't easy by any measure, but she cared and in High School, especially at McKinley a caring teacher went a long way. Mike knew that every male student that took her class ended up with a crush after the 1st week. Dr. A was short, very short, Mike didn't even think she was 5ft tall. She had lots of curves, with beautiful brown skin, bright brown eyes, and a smile that could light up any room. "Mr. Chang, thank you so much for volunteering for the 1st presentation on Friday. I could only assume that your silence when I asked you to volunteer meant that you were very eager to do so." 'CRAP' Mike thought to himself, he was so caught up in a day-dream that he wasn't even paying attention. "Now do you need me to repeat the assignment or are you good." "Please repeat it Dr. A, my mind was elsewhere, sorry about that." "No worries, Mike, I was just teasing you anyway! However, now that I have everyone's attention let's go over the syllabus." Mike turned and looked back at Sam. Sam shook his head, glad that he could get a kick out of Mike's embarrassment on the 1st day of school. He looked down at the syllabus as Dr. A went over the expectations she had for all her seniors. He noticed the date, September 6, 2012. He felt a sharp pain in his chest as he realized what tomorrow was. It was another anniversary. But this time, it was not a celebration of love, instead it was a memorial. Mike looked back again at Sam, as he noticed his friend said nothing when Dr. A called on him to read Section 2 of the syllabi. Sam looked up and asked "I'm sorry Dr. A. but may I be excused?" Dr. Anderson raised her eyes to look at Sam over her black cat's eye glasses. "Ten minutes Sam and I'm going to ask that Mr. Chang go with you," "But I," Sam tried to reply. "Ten minutes and Mr. Chang goes with you or you can begin to read Section 2 of the syllabi." Sam knew that an argument with Dr. A was futile so he stood up, bowed his head, walked out with Mike right behind him. Dr. Anderson noticed the look on Sam's face when he looked at the Syllabus. She wondered why his countenance had changed so quickly. As she glanced at her own copy she noticed the date, September 6, 2012. 'It's tomorrow,' she thought to herself, 'tomorrow is the day that 2 years ago changed everything.' Feeling the pain of salty tears form in the corner of her eyes, Dr. Anderson quickly turned around and asked Rachael Berry if she could continue reading section 2 of the syllabus. Using every opportunity to practice her acting, Rachael stood before the class, cleared her throat, and began to read. Rachael's voice began to fade as Dr. A's mind began to travel back to the dreadful night, where she heard nothing the sounds of sirens and screams…
Sorry to leave yall hanging…I'll update the next chapter real soon. I want to show you why Sam is so sensitive to Mercedes planning a life without him. And how this sensitivity will affect their future.
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