Dear me,
Yeah, it's Sam, your past self. You must be wondering why I'm writing this to you. Well, future me, I'm here to make a few confessions. Yeah, I think I know what your reaction will be. I don't give a crap. Okay, I'm laying on the chizz. I'm in love with Fredward Benson. You know it, and I know it. Damn, the felt good to say. I've been bottling it up for months now, but I'm glad I can tell this to you, future me. You know, I didn't realize it until Fredweird broke my heart. He shredded it into tiny pieces, but he doesn't realize that. He just thinks I'm being a whiny- Anyways, I want to get revenge on Carly Shay.
What does my revenge plan entail? Well, since that little witch is trying to break Freddie's heart, I'm going to do her favor and go out with Griffin before he can go out with her. Yeah, I know he's an abusive a-hole, but I need to fulfill my desperate need to get revenge on the snarky, snobby little spoiled brat. I don't even understand how I was friends with her before.
First I need to find Griffin. Apparently he's one grade ahead of us, so I think I can catch him on at lunchtime. Then I'll use my bad girl charm and steal Griffin before Carly can break Freddie's heart. Hey, maybe Freddie will get jealous of Griffin and might realize that under his hate for me, he secretly has feeling for Samantha Puckett, the little blonde-headed demon that I am.
Wow, I can't believe that I'm getting all choked up over this stupid little letter. I just want to tell my future self, that whatever happens, make sure that Fredweird doesn't get his tiny little heart smashed into a billion pieces- or I'll punch my future self in the face.
And if you ever get your little paws on this letter, Benson, just remember this- Samantha Puckett loves you with all of heart.
-Sam
Ignoring the tear drops that stained the letter, I folded the letter I made into eighths and hid it the very back of my dresser. I guess I wasn't invited to Carly's swim party anymore. What the hell? No one needed to see the bruises on my stomach anyways. I heard my mom marching up the stairs, screaming cuss words. I guess I forgot to sweep the kitchen again.
I only had one thing on my mind as my mom threw punches at my face and stomach, over and over again.
Get revenge on Carly, get payback on Shay, get retribution on the spoiled snob, revenge, obtain justice, and retaliate.
But as I prepared to pass out, I saw one other thought going through my mind.
You're a princess, Samantha Puckett. You're a princess, and you don't need to be treated like this.
It was Freddie Benson's voice. And then the pieces of the puzzle began to fit. Freddie never loved me and never will. I just think he will, and it will never happen. I tried not to cry my eyeballs out as another blow hit my stomach. It wasn't because my mother was abusing me; I was used to that. It was because I was all alone in this big, mean world, and Freddie Benson never loved me. He never would.
Maybe Griffin would. I finally felt a big, beefy fist hit my head and I was knocked out.
School was tortuous again. But I was on a mission- I needed to find Griffin. I couldn't see him anywhere before school, but I finally managed to find him spray painting the back of the cafeteria during lunch. I strode over to him, and he tossed the spray paint can out of view.
"I'm not going to rat you out," I told him coolly. "In fact, I wanted to help you."
Griffin sneered at me. "Well, Sam," he said. "Any friend of goody-two-shoes Carly is not a friend of mine."
I tried to keep a straight face and gave him a smile. He didn't smile back. "I'm not friends with that little…" I couldn't finish my sentence. I felt a disgusted look creep across my face and looked away from Griffin. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes, which were filled with an evil look. I tried to ignore it. This was the boy I was supposed to steal from Carly.
He forced me to press his lips against mine. Something strange stirred up inside me. Was it…? Yes, I knew what I wanted to do. I felt the desperate urge to kiss him on the lips. No! No! I was in love with Freddie! (He broke your heart.) It was true. Why not just let yourself fall with another man? Griffin was bad boy, and he was like your twin. Just kiss him and get it over with.
"I like you, Puckett," he breathed, getting hot air all over my face. I liked the way this felt. It was…dangerous. I pushed my face closer to his,and felt my heartbeat quicken. I really liked this.
I breathed back. "I like you too, Griffin." And though I didn't really feel like I was telling the truth, I leaned forward and kissed him hard against the lips. I slowly forgot everything else except Griffin. I needed Griffin. Forget that turd and his stupid little airhead girlfriend. We both kissed passionately until the bell rang and lunchtime was over.
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