OK, ok. I give in. You guys win. Sigh. Instead of stopping this story at 6th grade, I will continue this story until I get to 8th grade. You happy! So here goes. The not-so-last chapter. I hope you guys like it. I thought it was powerful. (Sorry I haven't updated it.) I'm just in love with the new Lemony Snicket book!

"Memories"

Sam was still looking glum as Tucker turned the page. "Sam, I said that I was sorry that I brought it up!" Tucker said, looking at the next page.

Sam shrugged the comment away and said, "No, honestly, Tuck, it's fine." She then glared at Danny.

"What? What did I do? I didn't do anything! Stop!" Danny said looking back at Sam.

Sam simply sighed, and said, "Yeah, guys, really. I'm fine…hey, look at the time. I gotta go…do stuff. I'll, like, see you guys later…or something. Whatever, bye." Sam finished glumly.

"What the heck's wrong with her? Was it something I said?" Tucker asked, scratching the back of his head slightly.

"No…I think I just remembered. I think it was something I did," Danny sighed. "It happened about 3 months after we got together…"

Flashback

"Sam, I…um…need to tell you something…" Said Danny as they once again sat on their favorite vacant bench a year later after school.

"Okay, what? What did you need?" Sam asked, putting her arm around Danny lovingly.

Danny sighed, while shrugging Samantha's arm off of him.

"Danny, what's wrong? Is there something that you wanted to tell me or something?" Sam asked, with a glint of discontent in her eyes.

"Well, Sam…um…yeah, I need to tell you something…but it's kinda hard. I don't know how to say it…" Danny said, burying his head in his arms.

"Aww, c'mon, Danny, you know you can tell me anything! We're like, best friends, not to mention girlfriend and boyfriend, duh." Sam said, punching Danny playfully on his shoulder.

"Well, Sam…that's kinda what I wanted to tell you about…you know, the fact the we're boyfriend and girlfriend…umm…I don't think I want to be with you anymore…" Danny said, turning his back on Sam for a brief moment.

Sam's eyes started to tear massively. "Danny, why? I mean, why don't you wanna be with me? I love you! You know that!" She sobbed.

Danny looked at Sam sympathetically, and then hugged her close. "Well, Sam…um…there's a rumor going around the school…and well…it's about…Paulina."

Sam opened her mouth at Danny as if he were the worst person to walk ANY planet. She then closed her mouth, waiting anxiously for an unbelievable explanation from Danny, but, to her surprise, he said nothing.

"Danny…Danny, don't. You can't possibly tell me that you're not over her yet. Please. Give me an explanation." Sam said, her face a deep blood-scarlet.

Danny opened his mouth, but nothing came out. It was as if he'd gone mute. After long, anxious moments, Danny finally said something. "W—well, Sam, umm…Tucker was hearing all around the school that…that well, Paulina kinda…liked me. And, uh…well, I was hoping that it was true…so—so, I was hoping that…I would have a chance….with her."

Sam was quiet. No tears, no scarlet-red face. Nothing. Nothing but pure confusion. "Danny, you're not serious. You're kidding. This is all a dream. I mean, I'll wake up soon. I'm still in bed, and—and I'm just dreaming. My mom will come into my room any minute now to wake me up for school. Any minute now…" Sam stared forward, and rocked back and fourth, as if she was in pure, petrified shock.

Danny rubbed her back, and sadly looked at her face. "Sam, I'm really sorry, but—but this isn't a dream. I'm…well…I'm breaking up with you."

Sam looked at Danny with redder cheeks than she had before, and she sobbed. She sobbed as if there were a water tower inside her body fir for the whole world twice. "Danny, why? Why Paulina? What does she have that I don't?" Sam asked, her shoulders shaking from sobbing.

"Well, um…she doesn't have your beauty, your individuality, nor your generosity, but…the thing she does have is…" Danny trailed off.

"What?" Sam asked, almost looking at Danny in fury.

"Popularity." He finished.

Sam's face grew pale of anger. All the blood was flushed out of her face. After all this time, she'd finally snapped.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE BREAKING UP WITH ME FOR HER POPULARITY? YOU'RE KIDDING! YOU'RE LYING! YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS! YOU'RE GOING OUT WITH HER JUST SO YOU CAN SIT ON YOUR ROYAL THRONE NEXT TO PAULINA AND BE FALSELY ADMIRED BY THOSE FOLLOWERS?" She'd finally calmed down to explain her point to Danny, then she chuckled evilly. "Danny, after all those times that I didn't think you could sink any lower, I think this has to be your lowest. Danny…after all these years I've known you, I don't think that I could ever say 'I hate you', but you know what? This has to be my first. Danny…I hate you. I hate you for wanting to be a follower. I hate you for breaking up with me to BE with a follower. Danny, I just flat-out DESPISE you." And with that being said, Sam simply sat up from the bench, and walked—well, stormed off.

Danny sat there, dumbfounded, as if he was a lowly fool. Well, he WAS a lowly fool for breaking up with her like that. He then tried to call for Sam, but it was no use. She would just ignore him, as if he was just another strand of grass growing in the dirt. "No, dirt was too good for him." Sam thought. "He can just burn in Hell." She thought out loud, and continued walking, never wanting to speak to Daniel Fenton ever again in her life.

Oooh, powerful. I can't believe I wrote that. Wow. Well, review. I guess I was caught IN Sam's character in this chapter…