Hey. This is a response to Guinivere Sage's request in her story "Oh, It's On" in chapter 7. I'm so evil. And this will be done in their senior year as well, just because I can make it work better.

DISCLAIMER: for once, I don't even own half the idea! It's a freaking miracle! The well has not run dry, but someone has poured in some of their own water!

SUMMARY: When Paulina is murdered, everyone thinks its Sam. But Sam doesn't even know what happened in the time period she was murdered. She is sent to jail, and only then does Danny realize what's that feeling in his stomach.

Chapter 1

"Caught"

Sam rolled around in her sleep, a sweet smile on her face. The last words she heard were "I love you", but she didn't know who said them. She didn't care, either. No one in her life had ever said that and not be in relation to her. She wouldn't have cared if it was Dash who said it, even. As long as someone had said I love you.

Her eyes snapped open. It was one hell of a sleepless night. She went to her sink and splashed cold water on her face. Wiping herself dry, she retied her ponytail, as practically everything came out of it, black chunks of hair framing her face. Sam crawled back into her sheets, her amethyst eyes looking onto her eyes. 2 o'clock, said the red digital lines. But something made her leave. Sighing, she crawled out, put on slippers and left the room, something clutched in hand.

The next time she came back to her bed, she checked the clock. 3 now. She shut her eyes gently, fatigue cradling her into sleep as she smiled and slipped into the warmth of her covers.

Sam stood at her locker, doing the combination. Swivel to the left until 24, go round once to the right, then stop at 5, then go left without a round and end up at 32. Just as she opened her locker and started to put in her books for Home Economics, Science, and English class, her friends Danny and Tucker came running clumsily to their lockers. It seemed urgent, but then again, whenever they ran, it always seemed urgent, as they tripped over themselves three-quarters of the time. Sam calmly closed her locker. Slinging her bookbag over her shoulder, she began to talk.

"Hey. Took ya long enough," she taunted with a small smile. But it faded once she saw the paleness of Danny's face. He looked like a vampire with messy black hair and icy blue eyes and Tucker looked as if he had switched his eyes for painted tennis balls.

"S-Sam…" Danny managed to blurt out. "P-Paulina, sh-she was…" He couldn't get the word out.

"M-M-M-M—" Tucker tried getting it out as well, but his tongue might as well have been on vacation.

"What?" said Sam gently.

"M-MURDERED!" Danny finally yelled. Sam took a step back, mouth agape, hand on chest. Murdered? The little slut had it coming, but she still couldn't believe it. She didn't want to cause that much pain!

"When?" she asked firmly.

"Last night, around 2 in the morning." Danny was finally able to catch his breath.

"W-What?" Sam's eyes grew wide as she flung the locker open again. Was it her fault that Paulina had been brutally murdered? She didn't remember what happened between 2 and 3 in the morning. She found a knife in blood. Then again, her knife was always in blood. Or at least in red marker. Sam glanced at both hands and wrists. Nothing. Was it her?

Sam bit her lip and thrust the locker door back as if locusts were about to spring out of it. She looked over to Danny and Tucker. Danny still looked pale and shaken. Maybe he had seen the body. His hands shook so much that Sam had offered to do it for him. She looked over to get a closer look at Tucker. His breathing was still a little ragged, but for the most part, he had calmed down.

Later that morning, all three had English second block. They had to work in groups of three and they had gotten together to discuss the book they were reading.

"No, no, Tuck, don't you see?" said Sam. "Thomas is an omen. He's haunting Felicia because of that!"

"But then why does he hate her so much?"

"Tuck, it's juvenile, but what would you expect at age 11? At 11, he swept into Rose's and Juliette's security and tampered with it so Felicia would get annoyed. It was his way of displaying of affection."

"So why's he haunting her? At 16, you'd think he wants to make her happy, right? Not so juvenile!"

"Tuck, I told you, he's an OMEN." Sam sighed. It was pointless to try and teach him the romantic, or not so romantic, pairings of the Test Subject series (A/N: I own that! Touch the idea and DIE because I am at page 88 in writing it and I've got it COPYRIGHTED, MAN!).

The PA system crackled. "Will Samantha Quelina Manson report to the main office." It wasn't much a question than a command. Sam stood up grumpily; WHY must her middle name be Quelina? She trudged into the main office and sat down in a cushy seat.

"Darling, Samantha, right?" said the secretary, chewing bubblegum as she typed up notices.

"Sam," she mumbled. She had been trying to forget what had happened the night before, but it wasn't as easy as she thought. Although she couldn't remember an hour's worth of time the night before, she could feel cold water on her face, a soft towel and nearly fell asleep in the chair when the warm cradling feeling overtook her again.

"Samantha. Samantha!" yelled Mr. Lancer. Sam snapped back to Earth.

"It's Sam."

"Whatever. I don't care about that right now!" his voice was stern and angry. But in between that rage, she could hear fear and sadness intoned in his speech. "Samantha, you have been…" He had a hard time getting it out.

"What?" asked Sam, sitting straight up as if a rod had gone through her back.

"You're going to jail. You are believed to be the murderer of Paulina Nicolita Sanchez."

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: soon, tomorrow, hopefully.

Ooooooh… This is going to end well…Very well. And the third chapter won't come unless you people read Ramblings of a Hurt Thirteen Year Old (on my profile page) and review it. I'm sorry about that, but I need critique on it. Give me at least 10 reviews on it (no repeats from you people, I know there's more than 10 of you out there!), 5 reviews on Green Needle Hidden, and at least 2 on this story. I'm sorry, but I need them.

Anyway…hehe…I'm evil. Well, Guinivere Sage is, but I'm making it even more evil! Whoo!