Disclaimer I don't own recess or any characters but my own.

A/N This is the first chapter. I decided that I didn't want to just write memories from Samantha A's POV but also write about how bring up these memories affects her presently.

The italicized words are memories.

' This means a person's thoughts.

" This is someone speaking obviously.

See my authors note at the bottom for more information. Enjoy the story again I only own my character the rest belong to Disney.

Kindergarten

The year I met the Samanthas, I thought back to that year.

My first time walking into Third Street elementary I was wild, crazy, and messy I was a kindergartner. Earlier that year I had met the Samanthas anew learned were would all be in Miss. Finster's class. We were all excited to be in kindergarten but that didn't last long. Miss. Finster was a mean lady who liked order and obedience from her students. The other Samanthas and I were perfect little angles playing with our dollies quietly during snack time not wanting to anger the teacher.

That was also the year met Robert.

"Hi I'm Robert" a little boy in a football jersey said to us as we were playing.

"Hi I'm Samantha A, and these are my friends Samantha B, Samantha Q, and Samantha T we're the Samanthas." I greeted him pointing to each of my friends.

"Would you like to play on the swings with me?" Robert asked shyly.

I looked to my friends and they were all nodding their heads eagerly telling me to go play with him.

"Sure roder, umm rodert," I kept trying to say his name but was having trouble with it so smiling I said "I'm gonna call you bob I can say that." I say as a matter of fact.

"Ok I like it from now on everyone calls me Bob." Bob said as if he were addressing the kids of the playground.

I laughed at this as we went off to play on the swings. This quickly became a regular occurrence if I wasn't with the Samanthas I was with Bob. We started to become best friends not that I would say it out loud since boys have 'cooties' and I didn't want those.

As I finished writing about kindergarten the bell rang signaling the end of the school day.

"Samantha," I heard my friend Isabella calling me "come on we don't want to miss the bus" I quickly packed up my things and we headed off. On the way to the bus I wasn't really paying attention to what she was talking about but by the time we took our seats on the bus she was saying calling me again "Samantha earth to Samantha."

"Huh. Sorry what were you saying?" I asked embarrassed I was ignoring my best friend.

"I asked you what you were going to write your favorite memory about. Mine is going to be joining Odyssey of the Mind in middle school. It's what started me on my love for science." She told me

"Oh, I don't know yet but I doubt it will be anything since moving to Florida since I have so many memories from before moving her that mean more," I say before noticing the hurt look on her face. "I don't mean it like that Bella you're my best friend it's just a lot happened before I moved here my friends and I were practically inseparable since kindergarten."

"What were they like you never really talk about your life before sixth grade and when you do it's either cryptic or you get this sad look in your eyes."

"It's just before I left I had a fight with my oldest friends and I don't know if it will ever be the same. Remembering how we used to be makes me sad. I don't know if we'll ever be that way again, I knew them since kindergarten, we talked about everything together. So have you decided if you're going to share your entire memoir with the class?" I ask changing the subject

"I'm not sure yet, maybe what about you?" Bella answered honestly.

"I think I am it's not like I'm going to see everyone after graduation I'm going to some college in Europe because that's where my dad went. I'll only keep in touch with those I want to and they might as well know me for me." I replied as we got off the bus going our separate ways home.

On my walk home I thought more about the project and how crazy elementary school was. I mean none of my friends were friends with a King of the playground actually I don't think any of them had a King of the Playground. They defiantly weren't part of an elite club that could do anything they wanted. No they played at recess on the swings and they only had a half hour, also from what they say recess was separated the older kids from the younger. Third Street was a kid's paradise recess started at 10 and ended at noon with lunch, and all the kids were on the playground together. It was organized chaos but it was the kids who organized it not the adults. We had a King, Laws of the Playground, and even a Constitution of the Playground along with the basic Kids Code of Honor that most Kids grew up knowing.

When I got home I turned on my computer and was surprised to find I had three new messages. One was from my sister Ashley asking about colleges and boys. She normally asked me things when she couldn't ask her friends something because she was afraid of them judgeing her about it. The next was one from Oxford University reminding me of some deadlines later that week. The last one interested me the most it was from Samantha B, I hadn't talked to her since our fight. So I clicked on the message.

Samantha A,

Like I need your help! Daddy is making me go to the same university as he did. Like I totally got in of course but now I have to sign up for student housing, gag me! Since I know your dad pulled the whole 'you're going or I'm cutting you off' card too I was hoping we could room together. We don't have to like talk or anything but I don't want to live with some nobody who has no respect for shopping and my beauty sleep. Like let me know ASAP the deadline for picking roommates is Friday.

Loves Samantha B. 3

P.S. have you like talked to the other Samanthas since the fight? Just wondering not like I care or anything.

I had to laugh at that last line of course she cared her biggest fear was left out. I decided I could answer her later it was only Monday and I put a reminder in my calendar to tell her yes on Wednesday. I didn't want to be in another county and rooming with someone I didn't know. Though my looks and shopping daily weren't me anymore, if that's what she cared about most then at least I already knew how to deal with her meltdowns. 'Better than some poor unsuspecting stranger.' I thought closing my computer.

I got started on my homework for my other classes not thinking of the memoir anymore today since we would be working on it in class for the rest of the year. As I went to bed that night I was thinking about the email from Samantha B, maybe we could be friends again. Maybe this time apart changed all of us not just me. I know that none of us stayed in town after the fight each moving in with relatives in different states so we all had to change some just from that. Looking back I was shallow and cared about my looks. I mean sure I cared about the kids of the playground but I was still a Samantha and we were special.

A/N So I got a lot of view on my story but no reviews. I decided to post the second chapter since I did get one follow and favorite thanks to My Whole Life Is Thunder. Thank you so much when I saw that email it made me so happy. So this chapter is for you. I hope you like it.

A/N 2 The first chapters will be a year a chapter up until sixth grade since that's when the show actually took place. I have more writing material for the sixth grade year than the others but I do still have some things I can write about for the other school years.