Chapter 2 is here! This one has some angst but nothing to dramatic. Hope you enjoy!! :)
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"Sam we're going to be late" Carly said urgently as she looked at her watch. This was all Sam's fault. Stupid fat cakes. Carly thought to herself.
"Chill kid, we'll just take the shortcut"
"No. No no no no. Sam we are not going down that alley way" Carly said frantically as Sam gestured to the dark alley.
The alley way was known for its darkness. Many people had gone in and never returned.
"Come on Carls, live a little" Sam nudged her shoulder playfully but Carly didn't laugh.
"Sam, it's dangerous down there and you know it"
"Geez Carly. Way to be a Debbie Downer. Why do you always have to ruin the fun?" Sam groaned irritated by her friends behaviour.
"Oh I'm sorry that your idea of fun is the pathway to death" Carly growled sarcastically hurt by her previous comment.
"Wimp" Sam muttered under her breath. Although Carly heard exactly what she had said.
"It doesn't make me a wimp just because I want to live past the age of 15" Carly said almost yelling now at her friends immaturity.
"Whatever Carls. If you're so scared I'll walk that way on my own and you can be late" Sam suggested the venom still visible in her words.
"No. You know what Sam, maybe I will 'live a little'. Maybe for once I won't 'ruin the fun'." Carly spat out angrily. Sam looked at her confused as she stormed down the path way.
"YEAH GO ON THEN. GO TAKE THE STUPID SHORTCUT" Sam screamer after her as she watched Carly's figure slowly disappear. She followed behind, taking the same route but Carly was already out of sight.
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"Samantha Puckett, you are late" Mrs Briggs growled at her as she entered the classroom almost 30 minutes late.
Sam rolled her eyes and muttered a "whatever" before taking her usual seat, behind Freddie and next to-
She turned to her right and her heart dropped. Carly's seat was empty. She wasn't there. "Okay maybe she's just gone to the bathroom" Sam thought to herself.
She slapped Freddie on the shoulder repeatedly, waiting for him to turn around when the teacher wasn't looking.
"What Puckett?" He asked, irritated by her disruption as he turned round to face her.
"Where's Carly?"
"She's not here, I thought she was with you" Freddie ushered quietly. His face now showing confusion. Sam swallowed hard and nodded her head slowly. "Ok, ok. Maybe she just went home because she was upset about the argument." She thought for a second. "No, Carly wouldn't ruin her perfect attendance because of some dumb fight". Sam felt her face grow pale as she thought of the possibilities. This was all her fault.
"Sam are you-" Freddie started as he place his hand on her shoulder. Her face had turned white and her eyes were glazed over in fear.
"Mrs Puckett, Mr Benson. Is there a problem?" Mrs Briggs asked. Freddie turned around to face her and shook his head vigorously.
"Does this count as a problem, because I'm pretty sure it does" Sam thought to herself.
"Mrs Puckett, I said-" Mrs Briggs cut herself off as she realised how deathly pale Sam looked. "If you're sick then get out" Mrs Briggs demanded as she made her way over to Sam's desk.
"Bathroom" She squeaked out before dashing out of the classroom and into the corridor. She made her way to the nearest bathroom and locked herself in a stool. She rested her head against the door, trying to breathe. "Maybe she got sick and went home" she convinced herself as her breathing began to slow down. "Or maybe I'm the one that's sick" Sam dropped to her knees and began spewing chunks into the toilet. She groaned as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve and sat against the toilet, her knees brought up to her chest. "I hope she's okay" Sam felt her eyes begin to get itchy as they started to water. She brought her fists up to her eyes and rubbed the dampness away. Samantha Puckett doesn't cry.
She sat there for a while, going through all the possibilities of where she was and convincing herself that Carly was fine. Until the bell rang signalling second lesson. She got up of the floor and walked out of the cubicle.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was tear stained. She wasn't aware she had cried. She turned the tap on and splashed her face with cold water hoping to get rid of any traces that she had cried. She looked at herself, satisfied enough to leave the bathroom.
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So Sam has realised that something may be wrong, as Carly hasn't turned up to school. She seems to be convincing herself that everything's fine but I'm not convinced that that's true.