Amy hadn't been texting Heather at all for the last week. It was kind of upsetting, because everyone had thought they were friends. Also, Heather was feeling better, but wasn't returning Alejandro's texts or voicemails. Zoey had told her Jasmine had told her he'd left over 20 texts and 15 voicemails. The whole school was scared of Amy now.
"Okay. It's been a week. Any rumors about how many times Heather's been texted?"
"Well, I heard from Sierra it's about 30 by now."
"Wow."
Just as they were saying this, Amy yelled, "God, Samey! Move your loser friends out of the way, right now! I knew you were stupid."
"Okay..."
After Sammy, Jasmine, Dawn and Zoey had went to Zoey's locker to talk, they saw something. Heather was running down the hall, straight towards Sammy. "Samey? We need to talk now."
"Sure, ok." Sammy waved to her friends before being taken who-knows-where. They all smiled sympathetically at her. "Bye, Sammy."
"Okay, what's the problem?"
"Alejandro! I don't know whether to answer, or not." Heather's phone buzzed again. "See? He won't stop, and it's been a week."
"Maybe you should. It might help."
Heather looked thoughtful for a moment. "Thanks, Sammy."
"You just called me... Sammy?"
"Yeah, now that I've seen what you and your sister are truly like , you're a way better person than her." She walked off, her iPhone to her ear. "Hello?"
As Sammy walked back to join her friends, she was smiling. They all looked shocked when they saw that, and Jasmine even tried to feel her forehead.
"Are ya sick?"
"What, no! I was just... I was helping her."
"If you say so. What were you helping her with?"
"Well, I-"
Sammy was interrupted by her twin, Amy. Amy looked flaming mad, like steam was about to come out of her ears. "Tell me why you did it!"
Sammy looked shocked, surprised, and confused all at once. When she didn't respond, Amy kicked her in the stomach twice. "You... you helped Heather! Nobody does that!"
"Well, I'm the first."
"Ugh! I'll deal with you later, Samey!"
Finally, Amy and Sammy were home. Right away, Amy began beating Sammy up. "This is for being lazy at birth!" "This is for having lame friends!" "This is for stealing my light!"
"Your light? What do you even mean.."
"You were the first and only person to make Heather admit she likes Alejandro. I wanted to do that, that's why I faked being her friend!"
Sammy ended up with a black eye and a hurt ankle. It was swelling up really badly, and only hurt more when Amy threw a piece of wood at it. "Ow!"
"Don't give me that! Just do your homework on that thing. After all, you have no desk." Amy's desk was huge, a room for everything she wanted to put there. It was made out of dark brown polished wood, and looked new, although she'd gotten it months ago.
Sammy ran to her room. She took out a suitcase from her closet, putting in clothes and a small bag of food she'd been saving for an emergency. There wasn't much room left, but Sammy managed to put in a ruby and pearl necklace from Aunt Melissa. She packed the bag nice and tight, leaving a note before she left- "Dear Family, I'm sorry for running away. You'll eventually understand why, and I just want you to know I'll be alright. Tell Amy I hope she's happy."
With that, Sammy slammed the door. She was gone.
