taken everyones advice and added stuff, changed stuff, described more etc. So before starting on chapter 6 where is where the story kicks off big I decided to change things around to make the story make sense
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Chapter 1: Just A Regular Day
Samantha
I hate them, I really really do. My bludey parents, that is. I know, I know, people always say, “I hate you,” and they don't really mean it but I think this time, to my own surprise, I really do mean it.
Anyway 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.
Seriously, 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 really should care that they are breaking up, but months and months of the exact same conversation, or should I say shouting, I can see why it is over and I really can't wait. Why exactly are they breaking up? Oh, God don't get me started. It's been like 20 years of married life and apparently they are both sick of each other. What a shock, ay? Took me only a few months to get sick of them! Don't forget the cliché: I wish things were nice and normal like back in the old days.
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.
Ah, my life, it seems so normal, no?. Haha, just you wait. Me, Samantha Bryans, and my three friends, Amy Garfield, Emily Rose(which is her full first name, though weirdly, her last name is Rose too) and Sarah Roberts; we are probably the most different girls in the whole world... ever since we discovered The Room ten years ago.,, but I wont spoil that... not yet anyway.
I sigh and sit back down in front of my computer, my long blond hair covering my eyes until I part it on both sides of my face.
Ah Blind Guardian there you are, I think as I turn on my favourite song by them, and ever, Precious Jerusalem and smile as their beautiful music takes me into a separate world, away from my parents crap, 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 as I can only imagine the yelling that'll cause.
I get up from my computer chair, music louder than it was before my dad yelled at me, walk over to my bed and pick up my bag which sits above my pillow, beside my cat, who I pat and kiss and bump heads with as he barely opens his eyes to yawn at me.
“Ah cuddles, thank God you don't talk or even understand what is going on, I wouldn't be the only one putting the music up to full volume.” he replies to this by licking my hand. “Yeah, I love you too.” I say in reply as I smile at him.
I open my bag and put in my lunch, Two apples and a packet of Light and Tangy potato chips, 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. Don't start me on her; I can go all day.... I have, actually, which made my friends run away until I stopped talking to thin air.
I look in the mirror and see that the clothes I picked out for the day, white shirt and black jeans, which mum bought in as clean clothes, actually still have the stains that were there when I put them in the wash two days ago.
I sigh as I walk over to my dresser, remove my clothes and pull out a pair of dark blue, sky blue striped jeans and a black t-shirt that has a picture of Blind Guardians' A Twist in The Myth album cover on it, which I put on.
“Samantha,” I hear my mother yelling, the usual, “It's time to go,” yell I walk over to the computer table and grab my wallet and mobile which I put in my right pocket.
Suddenly, I hear my favourite moment in an Avantasia song as my mobile rings and I sigh as I pull the mobile from my pocket and look at the screen to see Amy's name and number.
“Hello there, bub,” I say as I press to answer the call knowing that if I don't take her call I'd hear all about it and the phone calls subject, no doubt being her boyfriend Michael Trevor who is seeing Emily Rose behind her back, at school. Yeah I'm a bad best friend keeping the fact from her that boyfriend is cheating on her but, knowing the tough little girl Amy is, I'm actually saving Emily Roses' life here!
“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... she never does.
“Wouldn't you believe it, he said he wanted me to wear a blood red dress during the winter dance, next month, when I already have pink shoes picked out! And I caught him staring at Emily Rose earlier, he used to stare at me like that when we first started dating, 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, my good acting 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 here at Coles. 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. Bah, I'll get her for this, one day.
I look at the customer in front of me, some fat dude and looking at his groceries it's not hard to see why, 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! And she thinks she looks so good today doesn't she! Bludey low cut dress, red, probably part of her plan to attempt to steal my boyfriend away from me; I don't care what Sam says, something is up!
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. Oh one day I would so love to cut off her precious hair!
“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! I'm telling you something is up!
“Yeah I do,” I say, not adding what I want to say, as I would probably be fired, 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 still smiling, perfect white teeth.
“Yeah, crazy,” I say back and hand her the receipt; wishing I could stick it somewhere else.
“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, apparently, so I shouldn't worry,”
“No, that's just what she wants everyone to think because she doesn't 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. See, Sarah knows something is going on!
Samantha
"Now, Sam," Mum starts, causing me to take out one of my earphones, so that I can 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. Unfortunately I have fallen for my male best friend. I say unfortunately because, though I trust and love Greg, he is male. Every male who I've told that I like has ended up in hospital ten minutes later by my hand. Lately no guy has even attempted to ask me out. Eh, I don't need a boyfriend anyway; I got music!
“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.” He replies
“What?” I ask confused. “So late? You usually arrive at six... Oh wait, that's 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 amphitheatre 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 realisation.
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. To him it actually is.
“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.
“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 taking notice of 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.
“You do know that I went out with Jennifer Headley last night, right?” He says not so much to tell Amy but to remind himself.
“Yeah?” She starts actually shocked, “And what happened?”
“Um, nothing,” He replies trying to hide his face.
“Yeah,” She says giggling, “I bet there was a whole lot of nothing going on!”
“Look, the bell is about to ring,” Greg says, face still hidden, so we better make our way to class.” With this, Greg stands up and starts walking towards the main building.
“What a nerd!,” Amy exclaims to me, “And you like this guy.”
I sigh, just a typical day.
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 want to escape that cheating bastard I call my boyfriend. Everyone thinks I don't know about him cheating, yeah he's always there for me bla bla bla. He's a cheating prat! Suicide looks better than staying with him but, but let's dump him and keep living!
I open my eyes and notice Bryan standing on the step below me, having awoken me from my daydream.
Ah what now?
“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 go to the cinemas and see... well.... anything you want.”
Sorta clingy aren't ya(yeah I got a clingy cheating bastard for a boyfriend, lucky me.) 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... just not from me!
“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. Seriously I am rich; if I want a boyfriend again all I need to do is dangle a wallet breaking from the strain of cash in their face they'll do anything I want!
“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 Rose ,” 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. Silence overtakes the main building of the school as, sighing, I exit the bathroom and make my way to class.
