Chapter 3

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Narrator's P.O.V. (that's me!)

Sam was sitting on the far table, where no one would sit with her, because, well, let's face it. People only hung out with her because Carly was with her, and now, since Carly's not with her anymore, she doesn't really have anyone to rely on.

This thought was one of those thought s that really irritated her, and made her furious. She was never paid attention to. It's always Carly.

Anyway, Sam was sitting in the corner lunch table, eating her lunch independently, and she was thinking deeply of something, something you really should think of when you're in her shoes. Well, right now, Sam was thinking of how to deal with her horrid life. With her parents gone, and her sister already halfway to Paris, she was alone. No friends, no family. She had no money, none at all.

She types down some notes in her Pear Phone, somewhere she knows no one would be able to read it, and she can actually let her feelings out in some way.

I should really stop being so emotional with all this. I should just suck it up, and call it life. She thought deeply. A tear escaped her eye, and she quickly wiped it away. No way was she going to let these people see her cry, especially if the 'popular' table was right across from her.

She sighed again, and typed down some more thoughts in her Pear Phone, not really caring if people are looking at her in a weird way because she was a loner. I wish I could die. Life was bad enough, and now it just got worse. My mom leaving, going to Heaven (possibly) along with Dad who passed away while he was in jail. Melanie, in Paris. My backstabbing "friends" left me too. So now, I'm alone. Fuck this. Sam wiped another tear off her face. She rolled her eyes. She noticed that she'll have to do her makeup again to make it look like she wasn't crying. I really don't know what the hell I should do. Since everyone already hates me, I should probably just… Sam angrily locked her Pear Phone and threw it into her bag. She let out a frustrated grunt, which earned her a few weird stares from other students.

Freddie, who Sam didn't see, was staring at her and kept shooting worried glances at her. I hope Sam's okay. He just wishes he could hold her in his arms all night, never letting go, always comforting her. But, we all know Sam never lets anyone feel pity for her.

Now, I don't know what came up in Carly and her posse's minds, but they did something that would pretty much infuriate me if someone did that to me. Carly and her posse got up and grabbed their lunch trays. They walked to Sam and smiled evilly then dumped their lunch onto Sam. Sam's mouth opened, then closed, and her eyebrows furrowed together. She got up and went face to face with Carly. Carly just smirked, unafraid, since the jocks are on her side. Sam smiled as if everything's okay, and made her way to the bathroom.

Carly went back to her table and sat next to Freddie, grinning victoriously. She turned to her side to face Freddie and leaned in for a kiss, but Freddie backed away. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Oh c'mon, that slut deserved it." Carly answered, leaning in for a kiss. This time, Freddie didn't back away, he just didn't kiss while Carly was trying to slip her tongue into his mouth. She gave up on trying when Freddie just wouldn't open his mouth, and pulled away. "Fine, don't kiss me." She rolled her eyes and began talking to Cindy, "I wonder where she went."

"She probably went into the bathroom crying about how mommy and daddy are never there for her." They laughed at this, in fact, the whole table did, except for Freddie. He was very worried about Sam. He was so worried, he didn't even notice Carly and her posse get up and leave for the restroom.

The Chicks made their way to the restroom, finding Sam at the sink, cupping her hands beneath the pouring water to splash in her hair to get all the lunch things out. Carly smirked and went behind Sam, giving her a good push on the back. Sam launched forward and hit her head on the mirror. "Who the hell did that? I'm seriously going to beat them up." She turned around, and faced Carly.

"You're gonna beat me up?" Carly raised her eyebrows. "Seven against one, really Sam? I even have the jocks on my side, you think you can really beat me?"

"I would, but I won't." Sam shoved Carly out her way, and got a paper towel to wipe her hair on it.

"Why not? Are you too scared?" Carly asked.

"No, I'm just afraid to rearrange your already ugly face to an even more horrifying face. I wouldn't wanna deal with that every single day. Oh wait, I already am." Sam shot back, wiping her arms with paper towels.

Carly narrowed her eyes and snapped her fingers, and two of the girls went to Sam and pinned her arms behind her back. Since Sam was stronger, she wriggled away from their loose grip, so the 4 other girls went to her and held her back. Sam almost got away from their grip until Carly swung her bag right into Sam's stomach and face. The spot on her face and stomach started to hurt really bad. Carly took a swing again and dropped her bag, and pulled on Sam's hair. She dragged Sam into one of the bathroom stalls and shoved her head down the toilet, and flushed it.

Sam struggled to get some air, but couldn't. She could hear the Chicks laughing and the door slamming shut. She struggled and was trying to get some air. She took a deep breath when she found an angle at where she could breathe. The bell rang, and her head was still stuck inside the toilet. Her hair was getting yanked by something she didn't know. She placed her hands on either side of the seat, and pushed down, trying to get her head out the toilet.

A few minutes later, she finally got out, and walked to the mirror. She stared at her reflection, and saw multiple scratches near her eye. She found a small bruise under the bottom of her left eye, already turning purple. Her makeup was smeared everywhere, her hair and the top of her shirt were soaked. Shit, I look horrible. She thought.

She searched for her bag, and found it sitting in the corner. She took it and opened it, setting her makeup out in front of her. She went to grab some paper towels to wipe the water off her arms and face, and hair. She stuck her head beneath the hand-dryer and pushed the button to turn it on. The hand dryer blew right in her hair, and she retreated after a few seconds, leaving her hair damp. The hand-dryer didn't really dry her hair that much.

She went back to the sink and took one of the paper towels and soaked it with water, cleaning the messed up makeup out from under her eye. She soaked another paper towel and wiped her bleeding scratches off. It stung a little because it was water and the skin was open. She took her eyeliner and lined the bottom of her eye and the eyelid. She continued reapplying her makeup, and tried covering the bruise under her eye.

When she was done with her makeup, she lifted her shirt up to check out her stomach. As she predicted, there was a bruise on her stomach. She put her shirt down and grabbed her bag, making her way to her Science class.

Annnnd, we get to see some action between Sam & Carly.
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