Color Me Beautiful

Author: Skittlz-n-comboz

Summary: Life has its ups and downs, and it all starts in High school…

Author's note: Okay…been a while since I've posted anything…so be nice. This idea just kinda popped into my head one day while I was listening to music… Constructive criticism is more than welcome.

Lyrics are from my band, so you can't steal them! ::sticks tongue out::

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"…But in the meantime,

I need something

To keep me occupied.

So color me beautiful,

Color me in between the lines"

"Captivated", by Crimson Glass

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I glare at my reflection in the mirror, and lick my metal covered teeth. There was no way that I was going to start a new year at a whole new school looking like a geek. I hear the front door slam, and quickly open the bathroom door to see who it is. Not that I needed to, as soon as I cracked the door, I was assailed with shouting from downstairs.

"I hate you! You're a horrible father!" Mark yelled, bounding up the steps, and angrily brushing past me.

"Mark! Come back here!" My dad yelled up the stairs to him, but he had already slammed his bedroom door. I cautiously made my way down the steps, as my father sighed and walked into the kitchen.

"Hi Dad…how was work?" I asked apprehensively, grabbing an apple from the counter.

"Hey Sammy. Grand as usual," he answered sarcastically.

"Um…Dad. About school…"

"Can we talk about this later? I'm tired." He stood up, and without hearing my answer walked away.

"Sure…no problem…" I said to the empty kitchen.

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I kept glancing at the clock, tapping my pencil on my desk rhythmically, and waiting for my father to get home from the base. I heard a car pull up, and ran downstairs, pulling the door open. Sure enough it was my dad. "Hey Dad…" I said to him as he was walking in the door.

"Yes…" he answered, putting his briefcase by the door, and his cover on the table.

"About school…"

"Sammy…I just got home from work, can we talk about this later?" he said, sighing in frustration. I couldn't take it anymore. After three weeks of 'Can we talk about this later' I'd had it.

"No! We'll talk about it now!" I had the grace enough to look surprised at my outburst. I mean, not just anyone yelled at the great Colonel Carter without being reprimanded somehow.

"Excuse me?" his eyebrows rose, and I took a deep breath; the courage that I originally had, quickly dissipating.

"Well…" I squeaked, "It's just that, I've been trying to talk to you about me starting school for a couple of weeks now…" I nervously push a strand of my long blonde hair behind my ear, "and every time I try, you want to put it off 'til later. And well…school starts in two weeks, and I'm not at all ready." I let out my breath in a quiet sigh, glad to have gotten that off my chest.

"Sweetie, you're fifteen, what can be so hard about starting a new school year?' he asked incredulously.

"See that's what I mean! Dad, I'm sixteen now, and it's not just any school year. We just moved here so it's not like I'll have friends waiting to tell me all about their summer vacations. And to top it all off…I look like a complete dork!" I blurted out, plopping down on the couch.

"Sam…you're not a dork…"

"You know that, but they don't! And it doesn't help that I have braces, and all my clothes look like they came from the thrift store…"

"Well…tell you what? Your braces are coming off next week, and I can have Mrs. Thompson from next door help you shop."

I looked horrified. "Dad! I don't want some stranger going school shopping with me, I want you."

"Well, I have to work"

I rolled my eyes, "You always have to work! You're never around. You didn't even know I was sixteen for Christ's sake! Mark was right!" I ran up the stairs, and slammed my door, effectively shutting out the rest of the world.

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First days of school always suck. It's like one of Murphy's Laws or something. This one in particular was bound to bite the big one. I stood in front of my new school: Sunny Grove Community High School or SGC High for short. I bit my bottom lip anxiously, my teeth now free from their metal constraints, and forged ahead; going straight to the door marked 'Office'. I set my notebooks down on the counter, and lightly tapped my fingers waiting for someone to assist me.

"Yes, how can I help you?" A lady with glasses asked me.

"Um…I'm Samantha Carter, I'm a new student. Is this where I get my schedule?" I inquired.

She smiled briefly and said, "Well Miss Carter. Welcome to SGC High. You'll be going to your homeroom, room 101, to get your schedule." She then handed me a slip of paper with all of my information on it, along with 'Room 101' in big letters. I guess they didn't want me to get confused.

"Thanks…"I turned and was almost out the door when I turned back towards her. "Umm…" I blushed, "Where is room 101?"

She grinned at my faux pas and pointed past me into the busy hallway. "Straight down the hall; it's the last classroom on the left."

"Thanks…" I turned once more and immediately collided with a boy. He looked like he was around my age, with blue eyes, and big glasses.

"Sorry, let me help you with those." He bent down to help me with my books, and grabbed the slip of paper off the floor, that the lady in the office handed me.

"Thanks," My hair had fallen into my face and I quickly shoved it behind my ear, and at the same time, he pushed his glasses up on his face. "I'm Samantha Carter…but please call me Sam." I uncharacteristically thrust my hand into his face. I inwardly grinned as he eyed me warily.

"Daniel Jackson." He shook my hand and we both stood. "So um…are you new?"

"Yeah, we just moved here. My Dad is in the Air Force so we move around a lot." My eyes wandered around the hallway, attempting to spot the door labeled 101.

"Cool." He said. He must've noticed my inattention because then he asked,"What are you looking for?"

"Room 101…" I said, checking the sheet.

"Oh, that's where I'm going. Come on, or we're gonna be late." He pivoted, and started walking, only to turn back and motion for me to follow. "Well…aren't you coming?"

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Okay...all I have so far. More ideas are welcome, but generally, tell me what you think… ::subliminal message:: ALL GOOD TEENAGERS PUSH THE REVIEW BUTTON!

Sorry…I was channeling Aladdin. (x-tra points for anyone who knows what I'm talking about!) But seriously…review. Or I'll stab you with a pencil!