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Chapter Seven
Someday, Somehow
And I hope you are the one I share my life with…
Sam couldn't help but sigh as the class continued on, the teacher still speaking in the monotone voice that she had for nearly an hour. She had really given her new school a try, but it was the second to last class and she wasn't willing to put up with much more…and on her first day.
There were even more cliques in this school than there had been in the last and the classes were divided into boys and girls. Only gym was coed, even though it was supposedly not a private school according to her parents. Her locker was way too small and it was a huge school that she swore she'd get lost in even if she'd been there all of her life. The girls were pretty much prissy and most of the boys seemed to play some sort of sport, whether it be football or the swim team. And she had yet to see a single Goth.
The only good things in the school was that it was completely air conditioned and their homecoming was soon to come.
Not that she had anyone to go with. The first person to cross her mind had of course, been Danny, but he was so far away, she wasn't sure if she should ask him or not. She had really enjoyed all of the dances she'd been to back at Casper, but to add to the fact that she probably wasn't even going to go, this was a whole new school and she knew no one. Really.
The bell finally rang and the teacher, Mr. Dayski, didn't assign any homework to her surprise, waving them off to their next classes, but hardly paying attention. In Casper, the teachers would watch them like a hawk as if they'd start to graffiti the doorways or try and set something on fire.
She headed out and nearly bumped into someone going the same direction she'd been going. "Sorry," she muttered.
"No problemo," said a female voice. "I like walking on the opposite side of the traffic."
Sam glanced back, amused. "Traffic?"
The girl standing beside her had to have been at least close to her age, maybe the same. She had pretty, wide blue eyes a tad shade darker than Danny's and outlined in dark black makeup that hung low like wings upon her skin, and brown hair streaked with black and blonde dye and pulled into a ponytail. Her outfit was totally black, with baggy pants, combat boots and a black tee shirt with the anarchy symbol upon it.
"Look at it this way. You notice how everyone moves? If they're going that way," she said, pointing behind her. "They walk on the right side of the road. Same on the other side." She grinned. "I like to tick people off and walk on this side."
"Wow…I never noticed," Sam said. "Well, could be cause I just got here."
"I noticed," she said. "Otherwise you wouldn't be walking on this side, would you?" She grinned coyly and held out her hand. "Daspi Currow."
"What a name," she couldn't help but say.
"Hey, got to be unique in a dog eat dog world I say," she said, puckering her lips and smacking someone in the back of the head as she walked. He looked back at her and rolled his eyes, ignoring her.
"Do you know that guy?" she asked.
"Nope." Sam laughed and she grinned mischievously. "He's some jock though. Unfortunately, this fool school is full of 'um."
"Cheeyah," she sighed.
"Still have yet to hear your name." She scratched her cheek and Sam saw a small ring on her hand.
"Sam," she said. "Don't call me Samantha, I beg of you."
"Sounds too cute to fit you. That's why my name fits me." She had to agree and shrugged. "Clothing class?"
For a moment, Sam wondered if Daspi had read her mind, but then she realized that they were standing right in front of the door of the classroom.
"Yeah," she said, blinking several times and blushing. "Kinda spacey, sorry."
"Hey, we make good friends already," she joked, opening the door and stepping inside after her. "Oh, by the way. Here's your late warning…"
The room was Sam's worst nightmare. Draped in pink curtains and painted a pale shade of pink as well, the counters were a soft blue because the class was going for a "new baby" theme. She felt nauseous at seeing all the fluffy clouds and cartoon horses and ponies and rabbits everywhere.
"I had the same reaction," Daspi said, watching her. "And then I got used to it. If you think about it, pink isn't so bad. It's just a lighter shade of red…or if you want to get technical, it's red and white mixed together. Personally, I like it better with black if I have to wear it."
"I prefer black over everything," Sam grumbled, sitting down into a chair next to her new friend. She seemed to be trying to make friends at least. And she was really nice; Sam felt like she could really relate and finally have someone (besides Danny and Tucker, but they weren't Goth, so it was different) who really understood.
"Really? No other colors? You've got the whole rainbow," she joked.
"Well, if I had to ultimately choose," she replied. "I would pick blue."
"Why blue?" For some strange reason, Daspi was smiling and she shrugged, unsure of what the reason was…well, actually, she knew exactly. Blue was Danny's favorite color and she'd gotten so used to seeing it on him that she'd started to like it too.
"Just because," she said.
To her relief, the bell rang for the start of class and she didn't have to explain much after that. Her small moment of relief soon turned darker.
The teacher was almost exactly like her room, having bouncy blonde hair and a curvy figure with a tan complexion and excited smile. "Hello troopers!" she cried. "Glad it's the first day of school, are we?"
Sam tried not to say a word, but Daspi snorted, sighing and slouching in her chair. Lucky for her, the rest of the class had groaned in response and she didn't seem to hear her.
"You'll get there soon," she said.
"Yeah," Daspi said suddenly. "Only 86 days left till Christmas vacation."
The whole class, including Sam, stared, and Daspi shrugged, looking almost innocent. "It's from Grease…"
She laughed, finally remembering the line and blushed as she found the teacher's eyes upon her. She looked less than impressed.
But instead, she cleared her throat and put a smile on again. "For those new to the class or to the school, my name is Ms. Forenza."
"Wonder what happened to Mr. Forenza," Daspi muttered; Sam tried hard not to laugh.
"I've got the whole semester planned out completely. Since color is in style right now and it makes so many people look fabulous, I thought we might do a color scheme for our first projects we'll start later this week!"
Sam groaned quietly, smacking her forehead. Swell, she thought silently. Her thoughts must have shown on her face because suddenly Ms. Forenza cleared her throat, looking straight at her.
"Something wrong?"
"I despise color," she replied, not pretending not to notice everyone staring at her and the teacher's eyes upon her.
"I don't believe I know your name."
"Sam," she said fast.
The woman actually looked at the sheet as if to confirm her answer. "Well, Samantha, I can tell--"
"Sam," she insisted.
"I call everyone by their full names Miss Manson," she said strictly, her eyes narrowing. "Your parents named you that for a reason and if they wanted you to be called Sam, they would have named you that."
"They call me Sam too," she said. Well, really, that was only half of the time, but she didn't need to know that. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"I can tell you right now, you're not making a good first impression."
"Okay…" she muttered, raising her eyebrows. "Do I have to be some sort of preppy little prissy?"
"Dressing up nicely…would do for a good start. Fashionable appearances make all the difference."
"Why? If that were the case, we'd all be mindless drones walking around with no creativity, no individuality, and no…sanity." It was Daspi that had said it and Sam would have said something similar.
"Excuse me--" she began angrily.
"Who cares what people think about you?" the girl said, almost on her feet. "You are who you choose to be. Not what someone makes you out to be, right!"
"Miss…Currow…" She glanced at the clipboard in her hand. "Please sit down," the teacher requested. "I teach fashion, not debate club."
"Debate club? You call being yourself, debate club? It's individuality you freaking nut," she said.
"Miss Currow and Miss Manson, I ask that you please step outside and get out of this class," Mrs. Forenza said, looking like she was holding in an army of angry Romans.
"No problemo, who else is with me?" she asked, packing up her stuff. "I'm so screwing this fashion don't."
Sam grabbed her stuff, knowing the girl made a better point than the teacher had. But her parents…were going to be less than thrilled. But then she decided; who cares? She followed Daspi out of the classroom and slammed the door behind her without a backwards glance.
Daspi sighed in relief. "Well, that was interesting. I hate that teacher."
"I would have called her something more than a nut," Sam said.
"Yeah…Looks like we've got to find some other class. Anything but that one. Ever heard of Thoughts class?"
"No…why?" she asked.
"Fun class," she replied. "Unfortunately, no teachers available. The class I had before was awesome."
"Better teacher?"
"Oh, heck yeah," she said. "Mr. C. Funny guy. Very perceptive too. Romantic as well."
"You sound like you're in love," Sam said.
"Oh, gross. So didn't need that visual," Daspi said, making her laugh. "Want to just walk around for a while?"
"Yeah, sure. Might as well get a head start home."
"What about you?" she asked, holding open the school doors. She must have read Sam's mind again or been really perceptive because she realized that she hadn't brought her bag or anything with her and hadn't needed to stop at her locker.
"What about me?" she asked.
"You got a boyfriend?"
"No," she said slowly.
"You're…uncertain?" Daspi grinned at her and she sighed.
"No, I'm certain."
"Who's the lucky guy?" Sam stared at her, blinking several times and she shrugged. "Oh, come on. Even if he's not your boyfriend, you're still into someone. I can tell."
"You…can you read minds?"
"Believe in that, do you?"
The question threw her off for a moment. "Yeah," she said after a second. "I grew up in a pretty weird city."
"Amity Park, right?"
"How did you know that?"
"Your schedule. I saw it on the desk when we went to hell," she grumbled, the "hell" referring to Ms. Forenza's Clothing class.
"Oh, sorry," she said. "I guess I'm a little paranoid."
"I'm not a stalker, I can assure you of that. I'm just a bit weird sometimes," she said. "But…we're getting off subject here."
They turned down the block and Sam was only two more away from her house. She wondered if Daspi minded walking home with her; she didn't seem to, but so far, all of her assumptions about the girl had been fairly wrong.
"What subject were we talking about?" Their whole conversation had been random.
"Boyfriends. Crush much?"
"Why…why do you want to know?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You've got it baaad…Whatever you're hiding," Daspi teased.
Sam felt her cheeks heat up as they reached the end of her block and started walking towards her house. "I didn't say that."
"But you didn't…not say that."
"Why are you messing with me?"
"Because you've got something going on and I'm intrigued," she said. "I'll be a lot nicer if you just tell me."
She sighed. "Okay, okay…I have a small crush…But it's on someone who never ever like me that way in return."
"Really? How do you know?"
"What?"
"How do you know he's not into you?"
"I…I don't know…He's never acted like it."
"What did he do when you moved?" she asked.
"He says he misses me but--"
"And when did he say this?"
"This morning…where do you come up with these questions?"
"Ooh, who's the hottie?" Daspi suddenly stared up ahead and Sam followed her gaze to see Danny sitting on her front porch, one foot propped up on the railing, his back towards them.
Sam had almost started to answer when time suddenly warped. Not to a stopping point…but slower than time usually traveled, the seconds in between her own heartbeat.
"When you see him there, you know what you feel. You miss and he misses you back…just as much…Do him a favor and make him laugh…Let him know how much you miss him. Giving him a small surprise will give you both something to talk about and your conversation would last for days if time would allow it. And when you look into his eyes…you'll soon see, the person you've wanted for the longest time…You've got it in you Sam. It'll take some time, but you'll be ready soon."
Time continued again, sound slowly ripping back into reality. Sam broke off, forgetting what she'd been going to say as the words suddenly vanished from her mind.
"Whoo, what was that, did you feel that?" Daspi asked, blinking several times. She waved a hand in front of her face. "Sam?"
"Hang on," Sam said, suddenly getting an idea into her head that she had no idea where it'd come from. She started running towards her house, going as fast as she could, her feet beating loudly onto the ground.
The noise reached Danny's ears and he looked around and grinned, standing up only to have her take a running jump into his arms and knocking him onto the ground, both of them hitting the pavement hard.
"Ow," he grumbled.
"Danny," she said, holding onto him tightly.
"Hi Sam," he replied, blinking several times.
"What are you doing here so early? I'm not even out of school yet. Well, I shouldn't be," she said with a smile.
"Yeah, I forgot about the whole, time change thing until about five minutes ago," Danny told her. "But then it was too late to go back home, so."
"I'm glad you came," she said honestly.
"That was some greeting," said a voice behind them.
"Oh." Sam jumped up and, trying not to blush, nearly forgot about Daspi being there. "Danny, this is my friend Daspi Currow."
"'Sup," she greeted.
"I would like…shake your hand or something, but I can't move," he sighed, waving from the ground.
"I'd imagine," she agreed. "The pleasure's mine. Sam's my new partner in crime."
"I can see that," he said, managing to sit up. "Skipping school on the first day, huh?" He laughed. "I've got to room to talk. Lancer caught me talking to you on the phone."
"Oh!" Daspi suddenly said.
For a moment, Sam stared in confusion, and then remembered what she'd told her and laughed nervously. "How was school?"
"Hot…Very hot. And…it's worse here," he said, fanning himself.
"I didn't even notice," Daspi said. "Hey, what they say is right. If you don't think about it, you don't even realize it."
"It's hard not to think about it," Sam said, tugging her shirt away from her collar.
"Where is Amity Park, anyway?" she wondered, turning to both of them.
Danny stood on his feet and brushed off the back of his pants with his hands. "Minnesota."
"Wow, travel that far in one day? Where's your car?"
The two exchanged glances. "He called me from the road earlier," Sam lied, wishing that it was believable enough. She didn't like lying to her new friend, but she couldn't exactly tell her that he'd flown there with his ghost powers.
"Oh, hey, that's cool," she said. "Well, I'll leave you two guys alone cause I got to get anyway. Busy, busy day. Catch you later Sam?"
"Sounds good," she answered sincerely.
"Danny, stay sharp," she replied.
"Physically or mentally?"
"Facially," Daspi said, tapping his cheek with her hand as she walked away.
Sam snorted as Danny went a bright shade of red and watched, shaking her head as she walked away from them until she was nearly out of sight.
"She's…interesting," he said.
"I like her. She's like…this weirder, different appearance version of me. Does that make sense?"
"Nothing you really say does," he offered, teasing.
"Hey!" she said offensively.
"I'm kidding."
She hugged him again. "I missed you Danny."
He rubbed her back, closing his eyes and holding her tightly. "I missed you too."
Sam pulled away. "Why don't we go inside where it's cooler?" she suggested. "Sit down and talk."
"Alrighty," he agreed.
She stopped as she pulled out her new keys. "Question…"
"Shoot."
"Do you ever have one of those voices that tells you to do something really strange?" she wondered.
"Voices, voices…no, last time I checked, I wasn't crazy."
She laughed. "I'm serious."
"A few times. Why?"
"I swear…I had the strangest voice inside my head a few minutes ago."
"Did it tell you to jump on me and try to break every bone in my body?" he challenged, grinning and following her into the house as she finally got the door open.
"Maybe…" And she closed the door behind him.
That was actually longer than I had expected. The next chapter continues on with that same scene, but I just wanted to extend it out, so that's why I didn't continue now.
It's only going to get better! Please R&R! Here's your sneak peek!
Chapter Eight: Never Let It Go
"So Lancer caught you doing what exactly?" she asked, pouring them both some lemonade.
"Well, you know how I called you this morning?"
"Yeah, all too well," she teased.
"I kind of…skipped the beginning of second hour," he said. "And Lancer walked in. First day of school and I've got a week of detention."
"Oh, darn Danny. Usually you last at least four hours," Sam said, in a mock surprised voice. He laughed. "Detention…whoo…got me beat there."
"What did you do?"
"Daspi and I pretty much told off a teacher who's…pretty in pink we could say," she answered, taking a drink.
"Such a little black angel, aren't you?"
Lateraina Wolf
