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Chapter 1: Just A Regular Day
Samantha
When a girl says "I hate you', it is just out of anger. Right? Not this time. I hate them, I can't stand it anymore.
There they are arguing again. Thank God they are getting a divorce soon. And you know what? They have the exact same argument every morning and every night.
I mean I could tape the argument one night and tell them not to talk all morning, play the recording and ask if that is what they wanted to say. No doubt the reply would be 'yes'.
I mean I should care that they are breaking up, but months and months of the exact same conversation I can see why it is over and I really can't wait.
I didn't even get to study last night - not that I was actually going to - because they wouldn't shut up not even when I begged them. No doubt when I fail today's exam, the most important exam of the year, they will blame me.
I sigh and sit back down in front of my computer. Ah Blind Guardian there you are. I turn on my favourite song by them, and ever, Precious Jerusalem and smile as their beautiful music takes me into a separate world where the only screaming is of the beautiful operatic voice of their lead singer, Hansi.
“Samantha,” I hear, followed by pounding on my bedroom door, “Turn down that racket!”
Yeah like you guys were able to hear it over the damn screaming, I think but, unfortunately don't say.
I walk over to my bed and pick up my bag which sits above my pillow, beside my cat. I pat him and kiss him.
“Ah cuddles, thank God you don't talk or even understand what is going on, I wouldn't be the only one wishing everything could change.”
I open my bag and put in my lunch followed by the Agatha Christie book I am now reading, Partners in crime, and smile again as I think of the greatest writer ever and the many great places she takes the reader to.If only I could do something important like she did.
Suddenly, I hear my favorite moment in an Avantasia song as my mobile rings and I sigh as I look and see Amy's name and number.
“Hello there bub,” I say as I press to answer the call.
“Why oh why do guys do this to me?” She replies with her usual greeting.
“What has Michael done now?”I say annoyed, again hearing pretty much the exact same thing I hear every morning, yet she doesn't seem to pick it up.
“Wouldn't you believe it, he said he wanted me to wear a blood red dress during the winter dance when I already have pink shoes picked out! And I caught him staring at Emily Rose earlier, while I was trying to explain him that pink and black go together not pink and red. I gave him a poke and he didn't even know what I was talking about. Than I had to start work and off he went with her.
I think him and Emily are doing something behind my back!”
This causes me to laugh, which Amy replies to by yelling at me.
“Darling, Amy, you know, as well as I do, that Emily Rose is gay; she has told us countless times. Even the hottest guys in school can't get her to go out with them.” I say still laughing.
“What?” She replies sounding shocked, “Are you saying now that my boyfriend isn't the hottest guy in school?”
I sigh and try to think of a way to exit the conversation. “Darling,” I say still standing on ice, “look my Mum is calling me to get in the car, I'll see you soon Kay?” I say, with a smile at my genius, as I press the hang up button.
I walk over to my computer, turn off Blind Guardian and remove my Archos from it's charger. I walk over to my bed again, pick up my bag, give my cat a kiss and say, as I open the door, “Don't exhaust yourself too much, ay?” To which he replies with a yawn as I exit my room and close the door.
Amy
Mary Harlot. Thats what they call me. Why? They can clearly see on my name tag my name is Amy Garfield. I know what it was; it was that damn Roberta Johnson going around telling everyone the wrong name. She doesn't know though, does she? She will! And then she will be begging me for forgiveness.
Ah! stuff it. I look at the customer in front of me and I scan and bag all of his groceries. He huffs as if to say I am taking my time, yes dude I'll hurry up so you can get all that fatty food in your stomach.
I finally finish with him and chew my gum some more as Sarah, on the other register, looks at me with an evil eye. Whats her problem?
Oh now look who is next, Emily Rose, finally noticing why Sarah was giving me the eye, with her fake smile. Joy!
I put on my own fake smile and scan her groceries.
“Hi Amy, or is it Mary Harlot, now?” Emily Rose asks as she giggles, black, pony-tailed, hair jumping as she laughs.
“Hi Emily Rose,” I say in my best fake enthusiastic tone; letting her little joke pass.
“Wow! You work before school as well nights, huh?” She asks, still fake smiling, interested... I wonder why!
“Yeah I do,” I say, not adding what I want to say, as I pack the rest of her groceries and ask for the money.
“Well,” She starts pulling out her credit card from her wallet, “I better hurry, Michael wants to help me study the big test today before class. Can you believe people actually think me and him are dating; funny huh?” She says innocently.
“Yeah crazy,” I say back and hand her the receipt.
“That damn cow,” I hear on my left and turn to see Sarah giving the evil eyes to Emily Rose, now walking out of the supermarket.
“Eh,” I reply as I start closing down my register, “she is gay so I shouldn't worry,”
“No, that's just what she wants everyone to think because she doesnt want to date any of the jocks in school,” Sarah says seriously, also closing down her register.
“So,” I say as we walk back to the locker room, “you are saying that that tart is after my boyfriend?”
“Well... yes actually. You heard her, everyone thinks they are together. I say go out and fight for your man, girl!” She says hitting me on my back, leaving me standing in the middle of an aisle.
Oh I'll fight the tart, don't worry about that.
Samantha
"Now Sam," Mum starts, causing me to drop down one of my earphone so that i could hear her, “you know that the fights between your father and I isn't any of your fault, don't you?”
“Oh God mum don't be a damn cliché. I know it is because you two hate each other and take pleasure in telling that to each other every chance you get, now can I go back to putting all my attention to Freedom Call?” I ask, not waiting for an answer as I put the earphone back in and sit there in pure bliss while my mum listens to the radio.
Nothing is said, for the first time in ages, until we finally arrive at my school.
“Well have a good day dear,” Mum says as she kisses me on the cheek.
“Yeah you too,” I say back, as I exit the car, knowing that she actually hates her job.
I start on my way towards the school entrance when someone stops me, puts their hands over my eyes and says “Guess who,” as they do everyday.
“Greg,” I say, removing the hands from my eyes, “You really need to find a new greeting.”
“Huh?” He replies in a shocked voice, “And ruin tradition?”
Ever since the first day of school, Greg has greeted me that way and it has started to become annoying. The first year was fun but over the years I know it is coming yet I can't stop it as I'd probably end up missing it. Eh guys think they are so smart.
“So,” I say, changing the subject as we walk into the gates of Glaver High School, “Is Amy, or Mary Harlot as they call her these days, in yet?”
“I dunno, I just came now.”
“What?” I ask confused. “So late? You usually arrive at six... Oh wait, thats right; you had that date with Jennifer Headley last night didn't you? Late night I take it?” I say, getting a blush from Greg as my reply.
“Nothing happened,” He says unconvincingly as we finally make it to the amphitheater where our group sits during breaks.
“Mhmm,”
“Seriously, nothing happened.”
“Greg, to you, nothing, at a restaurant, is 2 steaks and 2 strawberry sundaes. So, dish”
“A man never kisses and tells,” He blurts out.
“Ahhh! So there was kissing involved was there?” I say, as if coming to a realization.
Greg blushes and stammers until, finally, catching his voice, “Can we change the subject? Did you study for the test today?” he asks as if it was the most important thing in the world.
“No, I sat in my room all night and I listened to music; they didn't shut up all night so I took it as an excuse not to study and just enjoy the music,” I say. Many would think I was joking but Greg knows me better than that.
“Of course you did, Why not just study with the music on?” He asks, with a sigh and a shake of the head, not really expecting an answer.
“And,” I start, not noticing the head shaking, “I bet you had your eyes glued to the study notes?”
“Yes, of course,” Greg answers my rhetorical question; as if I needed convincing that he did study last night.
“Typical, nerdy, Greg,” We hear from behind and turn to see Amy sitting down on a step below us.
“Ay,” He says thinking of a retort, “at least I didn't spend all of last night on the phone complaining to Sam about boys and clothes,”
“You told him?” She exclaims in a high pitched voice, causing Greg to start laughing.
“Hey, at least I have a boyfriend to complain about,” She retorts back which, to her annoyance, doesn't seem to hit as hard as she had hoped.
“Nah, why would I want someone to complain about when I can study and get a good education instead?” He says seriously which causes Amy to start laughing and me to sigh.
Just going through the motions.
Sarah
Watch me fly! Watch me dammit. Come on look, look, look, loooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Ah, why aren't you looking? Stupid people! Eh, I'll jump anyway. I walk to the ledge and jump.
I open my eyes and notice Bryan standing on the step below me, having awoken me from my daydream.
Ah what now? Don't ever get a boyfriend, ever. Suicide looks better but than why kill myself when he may get hit by a truck?
“What?” I ask, taking my headphones off from my ears.
“I said,” He starts, glad that he finally got my attention “What are you doing tomorrow night? I thought we might goto the cinemas and see... well.... anything you want.”
Sorta clingy aren't ya... lack of balls that's what it is. Well only one ball actually and unknown to you the whole school got told the day after I found out. Thank God the school can actually keep a secret.
“No,” I say with a sweet smile. “Bryan, I think we should break up. Actually, no, I know we should break up. Actually wait, what I am trying to say is we are broken up.”
I stand and smile as I look around to see a lot of our classmates, walking on their way to home class, decided to stop and listen to the jockiest guy in school get dumped.
Bryan looks at the crowd, red in the face and they take it as the cue to continue on their way.
I join them now on my to home room.
Ah, well, that is done.
“Whoa Sarah,” I hear as the crowd enters the schools' main building. I turn to see Emily Rose hand in hand with Michael Trevor.
“Yes, Emily Rose?” I ask in my sweetest voice.
“What hit you? You and Bryan were like meant for each other; he worships you, you know?”
“Yeah, you know, Emily,” I say, stopping myself from adding 'damn slut', “us females with a brain don't like clingy guys... only you insecure girls like it when a guy parades you with attention but don't feel bad for having such a small brain, one day you will meet a rich guy and probably die from a drug overdose when you are 25.” This, fortunately, goes over her head, as I'm not really in the fighting mood, as she and Michael move on into the crowd.
Oh, God, now, here comes Amy and Samantha, I turn and run into the girls toilet, not wanting to discuss this with them;praying they don't follow. Silence overtakes the main building of the school as, sighing, I exit the bathroom and make my way to class.
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