In The Best Interest--sam's Story--
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Samuel Campbell sat in the back of his eighth grade, seventh period math class. Old Ms. Burke, as everyone called her, was teaching a lesson on some number thingy. [Hey, I don't pay attention in math either!]
Sam threw a spit ball and snickered as it hit the back of Kacee Ledingham's neck. "Oh, sick! Ms. Burke someone threw a spit ball!" she cried, grabbing it and flinging to the floor. Everyone burst out laughing, except Kacee. "Hey, look at it this way, Kace, at least SOMETHING is attracted to you!" Sam called, exchanging high-fives with his best friend, and fellow nusiance, Jayme Essay.
"Samuel Campbell!" Ms. Burke barked. "Yes, m'am?" he asked innocently. "Why can't you be more like your big brother? Set an example for your fellow students, like he did!" she said firmly.
Sam turned cross at the sound of 'big brother'. He was constantly in the shadow of his big brother, Maxwell L. Campbell and Amber Jade Campbell. Just their names sounded better than...Sam. He was so different from his family that he often wondered.
His parents, Max and Amber Jade all had dark brown curls and tanned faces with darn, chocalate brown eyes. Sam had white-blonde, straight blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. His adopted brother, Kaysen, looked more like his family than he did, and Kaysen was from Seoul. Seoul, South Korea.
Max wasn't always to smart in acedemics, but his "incredible charissma", to quote the many trophies and awards he had, always made up for this, and the fact that he was a hall of fame super star. Max was now in tenth grade, two years older than Sam, and still Sam lived in the shadow of him.
Amber Jade is a senior, a straight-A student, Color Guard, first-chair flute player. Kaysen was a four-year-old, cute as can be sweetie pie.
What sucked even more was than both Amber and Max had incredibly strong voices, their teachers often labeling them the next pop stars. Sam labeled them the biggest pains in the world.
And then, there was Sam. Sam's best sport was probably thumb wrestling. He was good at surfing, though. But this didn't help, considered they lived in Canada at a place where the average temperature was 65 degrees. In the Summer. He also did not have a talented bone in his body, singing- wise. His voice cracked with the low notes and he couldn't get out high notes if his life depended on it.
There was something about the way his dad eyed him that made him feel funny. He felt secluded from his family; and to take away the knowledge and pain of this he often drank. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to where it was...dangerous, especially for a thirteen-year-old.
He'd never seen a baby picture before his second year. That bothered him, even Kaysen had pictures from his very first day. Sam's baby years seemed non-existent.
But none of that bothered him more than being compared to Max, AMber Jade and Kaysen all the time.
Sam walked home that afternoon alone. Jayme had detention; usually the two boys had it together, but Sam had to get home for some vacation thing.
It took two hours to getthere, but instead of coming to an amusement park, Sam's dad drove up into a wooded area with mountains in the distance, and a school was in front of them.
"Uh, dad?" Sam asked curiously. "Daddy!" Kaysen yelped as he saw the "pwetty bountains".
"Sam, remember how I said if you don't get your act together?" his dad said innocently, watching in the rearview mirror for Sam's reaction.
**Okay next chapter is them arriving. Well I guess Sam's already here but whatever;-). I don't think Tori will be here very long. Sam is my favorite character. I'm gonna be re-doing Liz's story either tonight or tomorrow**
Pwease review and read HGmonkey017's story RECURRENT PAST! It's kicks some major ass!
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Samuel Campbell sat in the back of his eighth grade, seventh period math class. Old Ms. Burke, as everyone called her, was teaching a lesson on some number thingy. [Hey, I don't pay attention in math either!]
Sam threw a spit ball and snickered as it hit the back of Kacee Ledingham's neck. "Oh, sick! Ms. Burke someone threw a spit ball!" she cried, grabbing it and flinging to the floor. Everyone burst out laughing, except Kacee. "Hey, look at it this way, Kace, at least SOMETHING is attracted to you!" Sam called, exchanging high-fives with his best friend, and fellow nusiance, Jayme Essay.
"Samuel Campbell!" Ms. Burke barked. "Yes, m'am?" he asked innocently. "Why can't you be more like your big brother? Set an example for your fellow students, like he did!" she said firmly.
Sam turned cross at the sound of 'big brother'. He was constantly in the shadow of his big brother, Maxwell L. Campbell and Amber Jade Campbell. Just their names sounded better than...Sam. He was so different from his family that he often wondered.
His parents, Max and Amber Jade all had dark brown curls and tanned faces with darn, chocalate brown eyes. Sam had white-blonde, straight blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin. His adopted brother, Kaysen, looked more like his family than he did, and Kaysen was from Seoul. Seoul, South Korea.
Max wasn't always to smart in acedemics, but his "incredible charissma", to quote the many trophies and awards he had, always made up for this, and the fact that he was a hall of fame super star. Max was now in tenth grade, two years older than Sam, and still Sam lived in the shadow of him.
Amber Jade is a senior, a straight-A student, Color Guard, first-chair flute player. Kaysen was a four-year-old, cute as can be sweetie pie.
What sucked even more was than both Amber and Max had incredibly strong voices, their teachers often labeling them the next pop stars. Sam labeled them the biggest pains in the world.
And then, there was Sam. Sam's best sport was probably thumb wrestling. He was good at surfing, though. But this didn't help, considered they lived in Canada at a place where the average temperature was 65 degrees. In the Summer. He also did not have a talented bone in his body, singing- wise. His voice cracked with the low notes and he couldn't get out high notes if his life depended on it.
There was something about the way his dad eyed him that made him feel funny. He felt secluded from his family; and to take away the knowledge and pain of this he often drank. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to where it was...dangerous, especially for a thirteen-year-old.
He'd never seen a baby picture before his second year. That bothered him, even Kaysen had pictures from his very first day. Sam's baby years seemed non-existent.
But none of that bothered him more than being compared to Max, AMber Jade and Kaysen all the time.
Sam walked home that afternoon alone. Jayme had detention; usually the two boys had it together, but Sam had to get home for some vacation thing.
It took two hours to getthere, but instead of coming to an amusement park, Sam's dad drove up into a wooded area with mountains in the distance, and a school was in front of them.
"Uh, dad?" Sam asked curiously. "Daddy!" Kaysen yelped as he saw the "pwetty bountains".
"Sam, remember how I said if you don't get your act together?" his dad said innocently, watching in the rearview mirror for Sam's reaction.
**Okay next chapter is them arriving. Well I guess Sam's already here but whatever;-). I don't think Tori will be here very long. Sam is my favorite character. I'm gonna be re-doing Liz's story either tonight or tomorrow**