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This was only meant to be one chapter but it expanded into two, but fear not, Sam will return to Sun Hill shortly!

Another mysterious midnight move. Another new school. Another few months of solitude before Sam eventually managed to get some new friends. It was times like these that she hated her parents more than anything. Her father for having his big, important job that demanded so many changes of addresses, and her mother for being so eager to comply.

She'd always been used to losing her friends after a few years, but this was different. She had only been at Sun Hill for six months, but she had allowed herself to become attached to the people there, because she'd believed it would be a further three years before her parents moved again, and she knew that by then, she would be eighteen, and free to make her own choices, and live where she liked.

And then there was Phil. She'd contacted Honey, Jo and Gary on the road, and she'd met Zain during the hurried departure, but she'd refused to dial Phil's number yet. She was too sure that this was just some sort of horrible dream. That she wasn't really leaving; that Phil and she hadn't spent their last times together arguing over Zain, for what did he really matter, in the grand scheme of things? He was a friend. A good one at that, but Sam had learnt in her lifetime that friends were as variable as the weather.

What could she possibly say to Phil anyway? He probably didn't want to speak to her, so what was the point of trying? She could leave the explaining to Jo, and she assumed that she would keep in touch with her at least, so she could keep her updated with all the goings on within school, such as who had fallen out with whom and who Phil was screwing nowadays.

So she lifted up her mobile and sent one final message to Jo, before putting it down on the unnaturally clean shelves, and returning to the monotonous task of unpacking

"Sam's gone." Jo announced as soon as Zain stepped over her low garden wall

"I know" he sounded heavy hearted, and no wonder Jo realised, as in the short time they had known one another, Zain had grown closer to Sam than even Phil. In fifteen years of friendship, Zain had never once told she, or Gary or anyone else about getting bullied. But he'd told Sam.

"Come with me" she decided suddenly

"Where to?"

"To tell Phil."

Phil reacted exactly as Jo had suspected he would. First with surprise, before turning to denial, and then anger would come, before he finally accepted she was gone for good.

"What do you mean she's gone?" he'd snapped when Jo had approached him with her best sympathetic voice

"Her parents are moving again"

"They wouldn't just have gone without telling everyone."

"Well they did, Phil"

"Why didn't Sam tell me?"

"She didn't know until this morning."

"She called you! I'm her boyfriend!" for the first time, Phil turned to Zain, looking furious, "I bet she told you" Zain glanced at Jo, hoping for advice for how to handle this, but her face was impassive, Slowly, he nodded,

"But I'm next door"

"What the hell does that matter? She should have told me"

"Maybe she was worried about how you'd react." Jo suggested. Phil seemed to consider this for a second, before nodding. He sighed, and sank down onto the park bench.

"You should call her" Jo said

"Yeah, do you want to use my mobile?" Zain reached into his pocket, but Phil's glare stopped him

"I don't need anything from you. This is all your bloody fault anyway."

"What did I do?"

"If it wasn't for you, we'd still be speaking, and then she would have said goodbye."

A tentative knock on the door awoke Sam from her thoughts once more. Her father's head appeared as he opened the door a crack and peered inside.

"Can I come in?" Sam shrugged, but sat up as he entered. She saw a Motorola box in his right hand, and she asked

"What's that?"

"A peace offering." Her eyes lit up instantly, pleased at last to have a decent phone. Automatically, she reached for her old phone, and removed the back cover to free her sim card.

"Don't do that." Her father sounded irrationally annoyed by her actions and she looked at him quizzically, "Your old phone's sim card won't fit. You'll have to copy the numbers over by hand, I'm afraid." Even that task didn't dampen her spirits at seeing the new phone, with thoughts of Phil placed firmly at the back of her mind.

"No answer" Phil frowned as he hung up

"She's probably just busy unpacking" Jo guessed

"Or she's avoiding you." Zain said, from his position several feet away.

"I told you to shut up" Phil looked like remaining calm was an effort for him, and Zain shrugged again

"Well I'm going home. If you ever stop feeling so sorry for yourself, call me and we'll go play football. If not, just stay away from me. You're not the only one that misses her, you know."

"Mum! Where's my mobile!"

"You're holding it dear" her mother rolled her eyes as Sam burst into the living room like a rocket, looking panicked

"My old one!"

"Oh that. I threw it out. I didn't see the sense of keeping it"

"But I hadn't copied my old numbers over yet!"

"Oh. That is a shame" her mum didn't look as sympathetic as Sam would have hoped, "Well I'm sure you'll make plenty of new friends soon anyway."

"That's not the point!" But as her mum resumed her hoovering, Sam knew that she didn't have a clue what she was going through.

Sam could feel the eyes of the entire room on her as she entered through the door of her new class. One particular girl was staring at her with open dislike already, and Sam couldn't help but wonder what she could have possibly done wrong so far. The boy sitting next to her was slightly plump, with greasy black hair, and he too was fixating her with that emotionless stare, judging her before she'd even opened her mouth. She wished more than anything that Jo was here, because never let people treat either of them like this, or Phil because if she had him, nothing and nobody else would matter.

Forcing a smile onto her face, she sat where she was told to and stared determinately at the white board. If she was to go through this hell, she me as well learn something.

Honey stretched forward and tapped Gary's shoulder when the teacher went out of the room in English,

"Are we okay?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" he sounded uncharacteristically cold towards her

"Because I treated you like crap. I'm sorry."

"It's fine" he replied, although they both knew it wasn't, and he turned back to face the front in silence.

"So where'd you come from?" the girl from earlier asked Sam at lunch

"Sun Hill"

"Figures" the girl snorted

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Everyone knows that all the girls from there are sluts," she shrugged before turning away. Sam couldn't bring herself to correct her, to defend her old school and herself, and instead stared resiliently at her meal.

"Don't listen to her" a male voice startled her, and she saw the boy who sat beside the same girl earlier on hovering behind her, "She just made that up."

"Thanks" Sam replied, although she wasn't quite sure what for

"I'm Stuart Turner" he offered her his hand in a ridiculously grown up fashion, and after a moments hesitation, she took it,

"Samantha Nixon"

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