Samerella
by All the charm in the bottle
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Sam Evans in the life of Cinderella.
I don't own anything.
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Chapter Two.
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"Lady lips, I need my protein shake!" roared Sue.
The 12 years went on slow and tough for Sam Evans. Since the death of his father Sue had became his legal guardian and instead of caring for him she turned him into her personal slave. She was never nice to him and insulted him whenever she got a chance to. She has plenty of cruel nicknames for him, "Lady Lips" "Blondie" "Closet" "BJ" "Samerella" "Blonde Jesus" "Dyslexic Blonde Hobo"... His room was located in the small attic. He had little stuff and small pieces of old furniture, and it had enough room to move around in. An old computer stood beside the window with his bed adjacent to the computer. An old guitar stood beside the bed, with lyric sheets sprawled all over the floor. His old metal framed bed was much too small for his long legs and growing body. His head was constantly hitting the wooden ceiling. Life was tough for Sam Evans.
Sam put on an old wife-beater and made himself to the kitchen.
He came down the stairs and passed by the trophy room. Countless of Sue's cheer leading and other trophies laid in a glass case. They shone proudly with the sun's rays reflecting on their cold metallic stems. He can recall those long summers where he had to dust and polish those meaningless things all day. Even those non-living things had a better life than he did.
Sam walked down the stairs, he was forced to witness a display of Sue's numerous degrees and diplomas hanging on the wall. Most of them were from Ivy League Universities, and all were fake. He even signed for some of them, when the package arrived and Sue wasn't in.
He entered the 60's decorated kitchen to see Sue in her usual smirking self. Her loudhailer beside her.
She was wearing her red and white-striped track suit that he ironed last night. Her legs were rudely on the small round table showing off her new white Nike's.
"Hey there buddy! Did you sleep well?" Sue asked sarcastically.
"Yes coach!"
Yes, even though Sue was his legal guardian, she refused to be call any other names other than 'coach', even to her twins. Sam recalled the last time he called her 'Sue' in elementary school he was sent to 4 weeks of military training for juveniles.
Sam opened the top drawer and got the protein powder and a few other ingredients from the fridge. He mixed all the ingredients on the blender and blended the ingredients until it changes into a thick consistency.
He poured the mixture in a large cup and handed it to Sue.
"Sam, you're going to be late for school, it already seven!" she said.
"No, I'm not" he rebutted.
"Well Sam, last night while you were mindlessly playing your guitar I came home to my great displeasure of needing to refuel my Hummer. And with the rise of oil prices in the Middle East, what better way to save money than to get it from your car for free!" she smirked and sipped her drink.
Sam was in disbelief, she stole his fuel from his car. The school was 15 minutes away from his home by car. He was going to have to take his bike to school, and he was definitely going to be late.
Sam hastily rushed upstairs to get ready for school. He got to the attic and changed into a white t-shirt, a dirty grey hoodie and a pair of over worn sneakers. He did not bother combing his blonde hair, nobody was going to look at him anyway.
Sam ran out of the house, to see his bicycle was thrown on the front yard and it looked crooked.
Sam hurriedly took his bike and rode off to school.
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The bell just rang.
Just in time, Sam sighed.
The students were busily moving about to their homerooms. Sam took his books form his locker and made his way to English. He hated English. It was mainly because there were many difficult words and he was dyslexic. Being dyslexic has many disadvantages, students would tease and laugh at you when you didn't pronounce the words correctly or incorrectly making spelling errors. He remembered when he first entered McKinley High, he was laughed at in front of the whole English class for mistakenly pronouncing the word "ship" to "shit". Since then, his classmates avoided him and called him a freak. The teacher also enjoyed humiliating him, he would ask Sam to read a sentence out loud for his own amusement. The class would then anticipate his mistakes and a roar of laughter would start. Yet, whenever the whole class laughed at him, there would be a blonde haired girl silently sitting in the middle of the class and would give him a sympathetically look.
And the same girl saved him countless times before.
When he first transferred to McKinley High from his all boys school, he was thrown a cold red slushie onto his face by his step-brothers. The cold beverage sipped down his grey shirt and went down his pants. It felt really cold.
Sam swore he could cry if he weren't in front of so many people.
"Hey are you alright?" a soft voice asked him from behind him.
Sam turned to find the owner of such a beautiful voice.
A pair of beautiful brown eyes met him, she was stunningly beautiful. For once in his life, Sam was lost for words.
"Come lets get you cleaned up" she said and pulled his hand.
She pulled him to the girl's restroom. He never seen the interior of the girl's restroom. It was much cleaner and smelled nicer than the boys restroom.
"Put your head in the sink, it will rinse the slushie out" she said.
Sam did as he was told and dunked his head into the sink. He could feel the warm water flowing down his face, rinsing the beverage down the drain like she said.
She then messaged his blonde hair, 'probably to get the slushie out from my hair. Dammit her hand feels so soft, I'm kinda getting turned on' Sam thought.
He was cleaned and took his head out from the sink. A goofy smile plastered on his face.
"Hey thanks" thanked Sam.
The girl shot him the most beautiful smile Sam ever saw in his life, perfectly lined teeth and the most kissable lips, he could just kiss her there and then.
"Those two bullies are idiots. Don't mind them" she said.
'If only she knew those two idiots are his step-brother' he thought.
The blonde then took a small red towel from her bag and started to pat his face, absorbing the excess water dripping from his face. Sam was in heaven, her hands were so soft, he was enjoying her company very much.
She muttered something but Sam was busy starring at her face to hear anything she said.
She was so beautiful.
"Lor Menari!" he muttered, hoping to empress her.
The beautiful girl looked at him in confusion.
"It means you have pretty eyes in Navi" he explained.
She let out a cute giggle.
Sam felt like the biggest idiot in the world. He was trying to impress her, not make her think he was this crazy Navi speaking freak.
"Well, we better get out of here before the girls start coming. Its almost 3rd period now" she said.
She pulled his hand out of the girls toilet and they were at the halls again. Sam did not realize all this time, he had that goofy grin on his face.
"Nice meeting you" she said and gave him a sweet smile.
Sam was taken aback by her smile. It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life, even the smiles of the most beautiful actresses in the movies could not match hers. He watched her disappearing amidst the people in the halls.
He then realized he was holding on to her red towel she was patting him just now.
"Is that Quinn Fabray's towel? I will pay you $100 to have it!" a random culy haired boy with dorky glasses and a nasal voice asked.
"No!" he replied harshly and the guy walked away.
'So her name is Quinn Fabray!' Sam thought.
Maybe Mckinley High is not as bad as he thought.
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Next chapter coming soon
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