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Sam was never as tough as everyone thought. She may have a hard hit, but sometimes it's not enough. Physical strength was never enough to get her out of these situations. No matter how hard she would fight, she was always the one to lose. Sometimes she didn't even try to fight back, it always ended the same anyway. Sam Curled up in a ball in bed, crying herself to sleep. It's hard to sleep when you're in so much pain. When you're asleep you dream, and everything can go the way you want. No one can stop you because it's in your mind. She could dream about a perfect life. One without her Mom and Bill, where she was happy. That's all she really wanted, to be happy.
Sam walks into school the next day wearing a hoody zipped up to the top, and the hood hung loosely over her head. The only way to cover any evidence of last night. She had to wake up a half hour earlier than normal to cover the bruises on her jaw line with make up. The rest aren't visible. Carly stood by the lockers with Freddie having a casual conversation. Sam puts on her fake smile and walks over to them ignoring the pain in her ribs she gets when walking.
"Hey Sam" Carly greets Sam as she walks up to them. "Why's your hood up? It's not raining..."
Sam quickly knocks her hood off her head, hoping their not suspicious.
"What lesson have we got first?" Sam asks, hoping to change the subject.
"History." Carly answers. "Have you done the homework?"
"Sam? Homework?" Freddie laughs.
"When did we get homework?" Sam asks.
Freddie quietly laughs to himself and walks away.
"We got the homework yesterday Sam. We had to do some research for todays lesson."
"'Can I just copy yours?"
"You can't always copy my work. You promised me you'd at least try to do well this year."
"I am trying" Sam defends.
"So why didn't you do the homework? You went home after detention, you obviously had time to do it"
"I was busy!"
"Doing what? Sleeping? Eating? You know this year is important Sam, and I don't want you to fail."
"Me neither" Sam sighs walking away from Carly.
Walking straight out of the school doors, down the street, not even glancing backwards, Sam makes her way out. She can't go home because Pam and Bill will be there, and there's no where else to go. Sam keeps walking until she reaches a bench. Tired and out of breath she sits down for a rest while figuring out what to do now. Sam just hugs her knees and curls up on the bench using her bag as a pillow. It's the best she's got for the moment.
A couple of hours pass and Sam is still resting on the bench. It's not comfy enough to sleep, but it's a good place to just rest.
"Sam?" A low voice whispers.
Sam opens her eyes to see Freddie stood above, looking over her.
"Sam? What are you doing out here? Why'd you leave school?"
"What time is it?" Sam asks.
"almost 4. Have you been out here all day?"
"No." She lies. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Going home. I was driving past and saw you so I pulled up. You want a ride home?"
"No. I'm fine" Sam lies.
"You don't look so good."
"Thanks." Sam smirks.
"Go get in the car. You can't stay out here."
"I'm fine Nub."
"Sam!"
"Fine." Sam sighs walking towards the car.
Authors Note: This is a short chapter and it might have a few grammar mistakes because I wrote it in the car on the way to Ed Sheerans concert last night (Yay for Ed Sheeran!). I did try to make it less confusing with the POV's since a few people gave me advice on that saying it was confusing them since it changed a lot, so this whole chapters in general POV. Thank you for all the advice it really helps me write chapters. So just keep leaving me ideas and I'll upload as soon as possible. Thank you :) - Megan.