Ludicrous

"Fine! Go be with your dyke friend! You never want to spend time with me, Sam," yelled Ms Puckett as her daughter slammed the door. Sam ran down the five flights of stairs to get to the sidewalk. She ran along the side of the road, desperate to get away from her neglectful and verbally abusive mother. With her blonde hair flying behind her, she didn't stop running until the Bushwell building was in sight. Until Carly, Spencer and even Freddie were within her grasp. Until her family was near.

But Sam didn't dare go inside yet, her hair was a wind-swept mess and tears were still streaming down her face. There was no way she'd let Freddie get this much ammunition on her. Nor would she let Spencer try his own un-orthodox methods of getting something out of people. There was absolutely no way that Carly Shay was going to see her like this. Not if Sam could do anything to help it.

She pulled off her jacket, allowing her body to cool down from the run. Sam wiped her eyes and face, making sure to check her self in a nearby pane of glass before patting down her hair. It would not do for Carly to see her like this. She didn't want to other girl's pity, no Sam wanted her lo-

No, thought Sam angrily. I don't love her!

But she knew she was denying it was ludicrous. Sam sighed, pushing open the door to Carly's building.


Sorry for the lack of updates guys! I've recently managed to find myself behind on work and movie/TV-watching commitments/hobbies, so this kind of hit the backburner for a while there.

Now, however I seem to have an influx of time despite moving the whole house around.

Important!! I do have a number of reviews/number of hits (whichever comes first) that I wait for until I post the next part. I'm not telling you what it is because I find that practise to be strange and confusing.

Also, if you're a high-school student, don't complain about teachers giving you homework. Remember that your teacher's have to go through whatever you hand in, and the good ones spend quite a while on grading them.