Title: Chapter 3

The old times

Disclaimer: This is all belongs to Kate Andrews

Sam Wells stepped down from the school bus and stood beside Alex Wagner. "Well," he said as he looked back into the bus. "Back to school then, eh?"

He was waiting for a respond from them however, he got nothing. He looked at Alex, Sky and Carrie. All three girls were wearing the same grim expression on their faces.

"What happened?" he asked Carrie.

Carrie glared at the direction of the school stone steps across to where they were standing. Her black mascara was so thick that Sam had a hard time figuring out whether her eyes were opened or not. Especially when she starts to glare that way.

Sky turned to face Sam. "I think you should mean, who happened."

Sam groaned inwardly. He knew who they were referring to. The Amys. Sam knew that hoping to start his sophomore year in high school with a peace treaty between his friends and The Amys would be wishful thinking.

Jordan Sullivan was the last one to alight from the bus. He joined Sam and the rest who waited for him by the school steps. Jordan noticed the expressions of the girls' faces and caught Sam's eyes. "The Amys, huh?"

"As usual." Sam retorted.

Alex dropped her skateboard on the ground with a loud thud and slammed her left feet on it.

Sam and the rest of them looked at her in surprise. Alex turned to Sam and said. "I don't care, Sam. This year, Treasurer is not good enough. You go there and run the election and you give us a President title. I want to wipe that smug off Amy Anderson's face with it."

Sam had to will himself not to laugh. Sky and Carrie nodded in agreement. "That's right," Carrie said. "It's the President or nothing else. And by the way, I am going to fight for my place at the High Observer too."

Robert Lowell High Observer is the school's weekly newspaper. Carrie had been an associate writer for the newspaper the whole of their freshmen year. This year will be the year where she gets to confirm her spot on the bulletin and write for the paper as an official writer.

Sky snapped her head toward Carrie's direction so fast Sam thought she might have twisted it off. "That's brilliant! I bet the Editor spot will fit you just right. You too, Jordan. Fight for your place!"

Alex nodded her head in a vigorous manner. 'Yes! Fight!"

Jordan looked uncomfortable. "Ok," he whispered to Sam. "Some people clearly have a different approach to a new start on the first day of school."

Sam smiled. "It's frightening when they get like this, don't you think?"

Alex, Sky and Carrie marched toward their respective lockers. Jordan and Sam are the only ones whose lockers are considerably near to one another. After agreeing to meet at homeroom, Jordan and Sam went to their own lockers.

"I have to agree with them though, bro." Jordan said he reached his locker.

"What?" Sam asked and walked further four lockers down to his own. "That you must fight for your right on The High Observer? Fight to the death!"

Jordan stuffed his backpack into his locker. "No, my precious Indian boy. You. Fighting for Presidency. Maybe it is high time you should take this political dream of yours to a higher level."

Sam slammed his locker shut. "I will run for President. But chances of my winning it will be as good as you making it into the football team."

Jordan crunched a piece of unused paper and threw it at Sam, who quickly ducked. Sam laughed but quickly stopped when he noticed Jordan had the same uncomfortable look he had back with the girls.

"What?" he asked.

"I see this school doesn't have the policy against littering." An unfamiliar voice answered his question. Sam wheeled around and came to face with a girl with long brown hair which was tied up into a net ponytail. She also wore a frown that could give Miss Perks, their stern History teacher a run for her money.

"Sorry. We didn't see you there." Sam apologized.

The girl ignored Sam. She picked up the crunched ball of paper and threw into the nearest bin. She removed a small piece of note from her denim skirt pocket and looked at the lockers surrounding her.

"2571... 2571... 2571 where in the freaking hell are you?" she muttered.

In bid of redemption, Sam offered. "Erm... I can help you with that. You must be new."

Jordan, whom had recovered from his slight embarrassment, stepped next to Sam. "Now, I remember you." He nudged Sam's elbow. "The new one on the bus," he muttered.

The girl looked at Jordan with wide eyes. "The New One has a name."

"Oh yes, I'm..." Jordan began

"You think you could help me find this one up." She cut Jordan and handed Sam the piece of note. "I know the 2 means 'second floor' that is why I'm here. The rest... I have no idea."

Sam didn't have to look at the note to know where locker number 2571 is. It is two lockers ahead, in between his and Jordan's.

The girl turned to Jordan with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cut you." She held out her hand. "I'm Delilah. Delilah Morgan. And you are?"

Jordan grinned. "Delilah? Well, I'm Jordan Sullivan and this is my friend Sam, Sam Wells."

Sam lightly punched Jordan's shoulder. "Quit it man, that's lame." He smiled at Delilah. "Your locker's right here actually." He directed her to the right locker.

"Thanks!" Delilah cried. "I'm sorry for being rude just now. I just didn't want to be late for class." She looked at both Sam and Jordan as she struggled with the combination. "And getting to your locker for the first time always is a contributing factor."

When she still didn't manage to get her locker open after turning the right combination, she added. "That. And trying to get your locker opened."

Jordan and Sam smiled at each other and offered to help her with the combination.