Chapter 2
More Trouble
As soon as Sammy was done with P.E. she raced to her math class and tried to finish her math homework. Since her math class is clear across the school and her school is extremely long (distance wise) she made it to the classroom in time to do two problems and that was it. She knew that her math teacher, Mr. Whitey, wouldn't be to pleased with her. Considering that she was good at math and Mr. Whitey knew what she was capable of he wouldn't accept anything less than that.
"Turn in your assignment class," called Mr. Whitey
Crud, now is the time that I am really screwed thought Sammy.
"Hey, Sammy I forgot to ask you. Why were you in such a hurry this morning I didn't even get to talk to you?" whispered Marissa.
"I forgot to get my homework done and then I ran into some trouble," grunted Sammy.
"Uh, what kind of trouble?" asked Marissa.
"Heather."
"What did she want that was so important?"
"Just to waist my time, 'cause she saw that I was in a hurry."
"Well that stinks!"
"Can we just drop the subject I don't feel like talking."
"Fine."
As soon as Mr. Whitey got the assignments he went through them to make sure everyone turned theirs in. You could tell when he saw Sammy's because he looked at her in grief. She knew that this wasn't going to end pretty.
Once class got over Sammy tried to pick up all of her stuff and make it out of class before Mr. Whitey called her up to his desk. Unfortunately it didn't go the way she wanted it to go.
"Sammy could I see you for a minute?" called Mr. Whitey before she could slip out the door unseen.
"Sure," replied Sammy
"Now Sammy, explain to me why you didn't get your homework done?"
"Well you see Mr. Whitey I got really busy last night and I didn't have enough time to do my homework. And I didn't wake up early enough to do it this morning. So I tried to race to school as fast as I could to get here in time to do at least half of the paper. But then you see I ran into Heather and-"
"Sammy! I am sick and tired of hearing about you and Heather. Or about all of the conflicts that she has started. I understand that you don't try to ag her on but you just have to stay clear of her or try to become friends with her."
Now the thought of trying to become friends with Heather was neither a good idea nor a pretty one.
"Well you see Mr. Whitey me and Heather absolutely hate each other as you might know. So the chances of us ever becoming friends are non-to zero. Actually I really and truly never in my lifetime ever want to be friends with her. And I was walking down the hall minding my own business when Heather just popped up out of nowhere and started bugging me. But hey look on the plus side… I didn't hurt her.
"Well Sammy since I've let so many things slide I'm not going to let this one go. I want to see you here every day after school until you finish it and it has to be a 100. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Mr. Whitey. Um, but could you do me one small favor?"
"What would that be?"
"Could you not put down a zero on my midterm grades?"
"I guess."
"Thanks a bunch Mr. Whitey!"
"Oh and Sammy one more thing. I expect to see you here right after your last class is done tomorrow."
"Yes Mr. Whitey."
Well that wasn't nearly as bad as I thought that it would be, thought Sammy.
Sammy was lucky her next 3 classes she didn't have any homework in. So she could do a little bit here and a little bit there then finish the rest of her homework at lunchtime.
The rest of the day went by smoothly she managed to finish up all of her homework, and get to all of her classes on time. She didn't see Heather at all either so that was a good thing but a bad sign. She knew that Heather was planing something evil right at that very minute.
Today Sammy didn't walk home with Marissa or anybody. She just pure didn't feel like it. On Sammy's way home though she looked up for some odd reason and saw in the window of a grocery store she noticed that there was something hanging from the window upstairs. It looked like an old Halloween suit…a witches suit. But wait there was somebody in the suit.
