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Sam stared at the necklace that lay motionless on the floor, and couldn't believe that it fell from her pockets. Clover was already staring at it, but then shifted into a glare directed at Sam.
"Sam." Clover said flatly with a hint of disbelief. She didn't call her by her friendly name "Sammy". No. She was serious and looked hurt. "Tell me you didn't steal it." Her eyes pierced through hers with a hope that maybe Sam didn't steal it; maybe she just found it and forgot to mention it.
"Uh…" Sam stood there, not knowing what to do, as if all knowledge was kicked out of her. All but feeling, as she was feeling very low as to be accused of theft, when she didn't, although the circumstances didn't shine her way.
Clover went and picked up her treasure she lost and held it tightly to her chest, as if to protect if from any harm that might fall upon it soon. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look at Sam's face, and tilted her head down towards the floor. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "Sam, please tell me that you did not take my necklace. You know how much it means to me, and I could never ever suspect you for stealing…" Her voice trailed off, as she was unsure of whom to trust anymore.
"Clover, no, I didn't steal it." Sam reached a hand out to Clover, but instead of receiving it, Clover stepped back and looked at her in the eyes. Hers were welling up with tears and she could barely hold it back in.
"Then why was it in your coat, Sam?" Clover pointed at Sam's green raincoat, shining with tears of the sky. "Tell me! Why do you have it? Did you just happen to find it? Please tell me that you were planning to give it back!" Clover yelled, tears now freely flowing. There were at least five other individuals in the classroom, and all of them watched the "Soap Opera".
"I don't know how it got in my pockets, Clover, honest!" Sam spread her arms out in sincerity, but Clover would have none of it.
"That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard!" Sam winced at Clover's piercing words. Clover shoved Sam aside so that she had to grip the table for support. Almost running, Clover headed for the door.
"Clover wait! I can explain!" Sam outstretched an arm towards Clover, as if she could draw her back by will. Her eyes looked hurt, more so than she ever wanted to feel and she watched as Clover, teary eyed, turned to face her once more.
"I… I thought you were my friend Sam!" She left through the door and her shadow could be seen though the windows that lined next to the door. The blue door flapped and then stopped, squeaking.
"How could you Sam?" Sam turned to see Alex shake her head in disappointment. "You knew how much she cared for it, so why'd you do it?" Alex asked, staring at Sam, so she could not escape her question.
"But… I didn't." Sam stammered. She walked towards Alex. "Believe me! Please!"
"It's hard to believe you when we all saw what happened." Alex said, jumping off the desk. "We all saw that it fell out of your pocket. How else are we to see you?" She said quizzically.
"Not you too Alex…" Sam whispered.
"I think I'll go talk with Clover." Alex said, heading for the exit. Sam grabbed her shoulder, halting her.
"Let me come too." Sam pleaded.
"I think you've done enough, Sammy." Alex almost hissed. But calling her Sammy made Sam feel that maybe they didn't hate after all. "I'm easier on forgiveness than Clover, but I have to say," Alex told Sam as she spun out of Sam's hold and reach. "That what you did was really harsh. I don't know if Clover will ever speak to you again." With those words said, Alex ran out the door to catch up with Clover.
Sam stood there, staring at the door where two of her best friends ran out. Her arms dangled at her side, moving ever so slightly that she seemed to be twitching. Her vision was blurring from the arrival of tears, which were leaking from her saturated sockets.
The door swung open again, squeaking at its hinges. Looking up, Sam was hopeful that maybe Clover and Alex had come back to apologize for being so unreasonable. But the fire of hope inside her died away as she watched her science teacher waltz through the door, lazy and gloomy like the rest of the class.
"I suppose you are here to retake your test that you missed on Friday for any reason it may be." He talked, in a bored fashion, as if he knew no one really took much consideration into his little speeches. "Please take a seat and I'll pass the tests around. Seat yourself apart from anyone…" He peered at the class. "Who might have wandering eyes." He picked up a stack of paper and stood in front of the now seated class. "Do I make myself clear?" He spoke softly, killing his voice. The first paper handed to Sam was quickly returned and he looked at her with inquiring eyes. "You do not feel the need to take the test?"
"I'm really sorry sir," Sam quickly spoke, picking up her backpack and coat. "But, could I possibly retake this test some other time?" She asked, wide eyed, with the glistening of post tears.
"Well, Samantha, this is an important test," He told her flatly, not really caring if she took it or not. "But since you do have the highest scores in the class, I supposed you could take the test while we watch the video on Monday, but that's the last chance you'll get." He warned.
"Thank you, sir!" Sam bolted out of the classroom, scenery changing before her blinking eyes. Another quick dash and she sprang out of the building onto the front, the rain shrinking into thick mist like showers. Her eyes dashed about, widening her view. She was looking for Cover and Alex, to explain herself, to make her believe her story. A pain was sitting inside of her that needed the cool extinguish of forgiveness.
Her footsteps slowed and soon she was taking small steps down the paved path to the street. Her hair was becoming damp from the water droplets floating in the sky, and the soft clapping of her shoes against the concrete could be over heard.
"I didn't do it." She whispered.
8:00 p.m. Sam's House
It was late and she was tired. Those were the facts. Her eyes were red and puffy from her cries. They were soar and she needed sleep badly as eye-drops didn't help one bit like they say. She slowly limped towards her bed, ignoring the call to go to her bathroom to prepare for a nights rest. No, she was much too tired for that. An extra oily face is what she'll have to live with in the morning.
The rainstorm earlier in the morning had become a violent thunderstorm. New clouds were blown in by the constant wind and each saturated cloud poured as if anticipating more rain, like it was motivating them. Lightening flashed in her room as she turned off the lights. It illuminated all objects in the path of its light and she shivered under her covers. She didn't like storms too much. Sam looked around as the lightning's boom came around. The thunder was deep and threatening like someone from band was whacking on the base-drums. It was so loud that she almost yelped. She did. It was right after the next lightning when she saw someone's face outside of her porch sliding-glass doors. His expression was flat and her stared at her.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end apprehensively. Thunder drowned out her mind and when she blinked, the face was gone. But it was there long enough for her to recognize the person that was staring at her deeply, chilling her to the bones. How anyone could be so creepy, she was not sure, but Tim Scam had definitely crossed the line and gone into psycho.
She lifted the soft cotton sheets off of her and went to the sliding-glass doors. Placing a hand on the see through barrier, she looked carefully trying to spot her 'stalker'. She exhaled exhaustion and left her stance, taking her hand off the glass. A cloud in the shape of her hand was left behind; slowly disappearing, loosing it's heat it received from Sam.
She stared at the pitch-black room she was in and grimaced. It was all his fault! It was he who she bumped into at school today and it was he who put the necklace in her pockets! There was no other reasonable explanation. So Sam had decided, that tomorrow she would go and tell Clover that Tim had set her up, that he didn't do it. They'd be friends again.
The darkness was slowly fading as her eyes adjusted to the blackness of night. Lighting constantly gave light to her room and thunder kept her from getting any good sleep at all. But soon, the thunder became a dull droning rumble and before long, Sam was quietly snoring away into sleep.
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