Flashback1

[Sam's POV]

I walked out of class, still engrossed in what the professor had been teaching us during the history lecture. It had been a really interesting topic and I hadn't even needed to take down any notes on it. Groaning, I shrugged my shoulders a little to tighten the straps of my backpack and shifted the books from one hand to the other. All of my textbooks and notebooks wouldn't fit in my bag so I'd been forced to carry some of them in my hands.

I could see the people who'd spotted me keep staring at me like I was some sort of deranged serial killer with a butcher's knife in my hand instead of a bunch of books in them. But I guess that is what it would look like to them. I sighed. So much for trying to be normal and not wanting to be a freak anymore.

"Sammy!" I heard a voice exclaim from behind me and immediately froze, with tension building up in my whole body as I turned around. I let out a breath that I hadn't known I was holding when the guy who'd called out my name rushed off without so much as a glance in my direction as he bumped into me. Hard.

"Sorry," the guy said turning around to face me before meeting up with his 'Sammy'. It was a woman. Short for Samantha, I suddenly realised as I bent down to pick up my books. Dean would've found that hilarious.

"Hey, do you need any help?" I heard a quiet voice asking me and looked up to see a girl about my age looking at me questioningly. She had black hair that fell just below her shoulders and she was wearing jeans and a coat. It was pretty cold out here.

"Sure," I said, even though I could've easily picked up all my stuff. But I figured this was a good time to get a little social.

I put my bag down as I started picking up all my books and heard the girl next to me gasp. "What are you doing carrying such a heavy load around?"

I noticed that her own bag looked pretty light before I answered, "We haven't gotten our timetable yet so I don't know which books to take and…." I trailed off as we both stood up, "Thanks," I said as I waited for her to hand me back my books.

"Just carry all the textbooks around instead," she told me, "that's what I do."

"Then where do you manage to write all the stuff down?" I asked her, curiously.

"In the textbooks," she shrugged indifferently, "The year has just started so it's pretty unlikely that they'll start giving us a whole load of stuff to write. They basically just teach from the textbook so what I do is I just jot down the extra points or highlight the important stuff to remember."

I nodded my head in agreement, "Seems fair enough. At least until we get our timetables."

"My name's Sam by the way," I said, shifting all the books in my left hand so that I could shake my right hand with her.

"Sherry," she said shaking my hand, "My names Sherry."