1. First Day

Have you ever been so lonely that you just wanted to die? Well that’s how I feel right now. It feels like the only thing you can do in the world is cry, and wish that you were blonde, thin, and hot, when clearly the opposite. All I’m saying is that being lonely sucks, but really easy to get use to. So if you ever think your life sucks, try looking at mine first.

Today is the first day of my new house, and my new high school for grade 12. I moved to a little town, and i mean literally, called Campbellford. I was recently living in Los Angeles, California. I know what your wondering. Why would me and my uncle move to a small place like this? Well, ill tell you. A few weeks ago, my parents passed away. They passed away in a car accident. So my uncle said he would take care of me. He couldn't afford a place in Los Angeles, so he decided to move to a random small place, and we ended up here.

Even though I love living and visiting places I've never heard of before, I don’t like living in small places. So this is going to be a problem.

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"Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to your school Sam. I mean, you might get lost since it’s your first day and all," said uncle Ben, looking at me with a innocent expression.

"I can drive myself, and don’t worry, I’ll be fine," I pleaded with an impatient voice.

I’m not a child anymore, I’m 17. I just wish he would realize that now, before I loose my mind. Although, maybe losing my mind isn't such a bad idea. Ha hah

"Well, be careful then. I don’t want to be tracking you down with my imaginary tracking detector."

He laughed. What a practical Ben move.

Well... he finally caved in, and it’s about time because I really need to get to school.

I took my car that Ben bought me. . It’s a ford, that was made in 1990. How more old fashion can you get!? Wait, don’t answer that. I have an image of what could be. Ewww.

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It didn't take me long to find the high school. Haha, and that’s a surprise because I’m usually not that good with directions. Wait, what am I saying, I’m TERRIBLE with directions. Mental Note: Don’t ever try going in a big town trying to look for a book store, I might get lost. Well anyways, the schools called Campbellford high school.

To my surprise, there were alot of kids there. They all looked like the neat, smart type of kids, but I’m not one hundred percent sure they are, they just look like it.

Well, I can certainly tell right now that my truck is not the oldest, but more like the same as everyone elses-old and rusty.

I parked my truck in one of the many spots available near the school. It’s kind of funny in a way how I chose to always be separated from my peers.

Practically everyone's parked in the back. So there go's my first mistake.

I ignored the obvious, and got out of my truck, which was a challenge, I mean, could this truck be any more higher?

Everyone standing in the parking lot kept staring at me with curious, but cautious, eyes. Don’t you just hate that!? I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying not to just scream out at them saying: "What the HELL are you looking AT!", but I knew that I shouldn't because everyone will think I’m crazy! So instead, I just kept on walking, wishing I was invisible. Which, back at home, was easy, but here, it’s completely the OPPOSITE!

As I walked into the school, I felt a cool rush of air on my face. So since it was humid and yet raining outside, I wasn't expecting it, so it startled me. Strange how the simplest affect in change startles me a bit.

It was nice inside the school. It was neat, cherry, bright, and well put together. Where are the video cameras and the metal detectors? This is such a small town, so I’m guessing they get little to no violence in school. Good, I always hated when the swat team came in back down in California.

First period-French-My worst subject.

When I walked in the class room, it was packed with students in their seats. I turned toward the teacher and walked to him, watching my steps on the way. You never know if there’s a loose object on the floor, waiting to trip and humiliate you.

Everyone in the room were staring at me like I was an alien from mars. Wait, not even an alien would get these kind of stares that I was getting. Cold, nosey eyes just staring and never switching their gaze. Talk about being self-conscious.

The teacher turned toward me with a smile on his face. It was a smile you gave a 5 year old starting their first day of kindergarten-happy, too happy even.

"Bonjour, je'mappelle Mr. Paul. Please, grab a seat."

Then after he said his "hello", he spoke to the class, "Class, we have a new student- Samantha Benit. And please, try to make her feel welcome."

He said that last sentence as a plea. Why would he need to do that- would the class give me trouble- yes or no?

The class continued to stare at me. I feel like I've had enough eyes on me for one day.

As I walked to an empty seat closes to the back, which was right next to a guy, I tripped over what seemed to be a girl’s bag, and banged into the desk I was going to sit at. As everyone was laughing, I felt my cheeks turn crimson, then I casually sat down. Hah, figures, I watch my step when I walk in, but when I don’t watch my step while walking down the isle, I trip. Just my luck.

Surprisingly, another period past by quickly, and now, it is time for lunch.

So, its lunch now, and I’m as nervous as ever because Jeff, the guy I sit next to in French, asked me to sit with him. As I picked up my tray of food, Jeff lead me to the table where his friends were at. Soon as we reached the table, Jeff cleared his throat, and spoke, "Heys guys! This is Sam," he pointed at me, "the new girl. She can sit with us, right?"

Everyone said "sure", at the same time. It was weird, but very comforting at the same time.

It felt like, for the first time, I was accepted for who I am, and not by how I dress or act.

As I sat down beside Jeff, I noticed that all eyes are on me. I felt like I was a celebrity, surrounded by fans.

"So Sam, where you from?" said some random girl named Claire, I think.
"Los Angeles, California."

"Hmmm...sounds like an awesome place to live at. So, why did you move up here?"

I really wish she would stop asking me questions. "Well.. It’s a long story, but the short version is that my Uncle wanted a change. SO after my parents’ funeral, my Uncle couldn't afford to live in California, so he decided that him and I should move somewhere at random, and we ended up here."

Then, after a minute, Clarie spoke, "Oh...I’m sorry."

"No problem."

The rest of lunch was boring, but at least I didn’t have to sat alone for once.

* * * * * *

Its fourth period, and time for gym. I hate gym so much! I’d rather have Ben lecture me on my school grades instead. Oh yea, I forgot to mention that we're doing football, my absolute worst sport.

The thing is... when you put me and sports together, you get a negative reaction, and bad things happen, real bad things.

I can sense something bad is going to happen. It’s so obvious. I hope it doesn’t hurt. Yea, the next thing I needed is a facture and ending up in the hospital. Down back at home in California, the hospital was like my second home. If I wasn't where I said I was, then I’m at the hospital, getting stitches or going in for breaking a limb.

Well, everything is going pretty good so far, I haven’t touched the ball not even once. I think this is going to be a good gym period after all. I mean, nothing out of the ordinary, and my team, whichever one it is, believed me when I told them that if they pass me the ball or even come near me, that we'd loose or someone would get hurt for sure. So all in all, I think I'm starting to like gym a bit.

All of a sudden, "SAM WATCH OUT!" That was the last thing that happened before my mind enveloped in black and I fell unconscious. You know, I feel like I’m falling unconscious on a regularly basis. Next time I’m in gym, ill make sure I wear a helmet, can’t be to cautious.

I woke up in the nurse’s office. I tried to sit up, but my head was killing me. It felt like I got hit in the head with a really hard ball or something, and that’s exactly what happened too.

The walls in this room are a neon orange, much brighter then any room I have ever seen before. The small bed I’m on is in the middle of the room. There’s a door to the west, a sink to the east, and at the every foot of the bed stood a shelf of books. Oh, brilliant, like I'm going to be able to read when my head fells like it got kicked around like a soccer ball. Well, the sooner I get out of here, the better.

I couldn't drive myself home that day because I was too woozy, I'm guessing its from the painkillers the nurse gave me so my head wouldn't be in pain all day, so Jeff offered to bring me home in his car, and also to drive me to school in the morning, because I left my truck at the school.

Hah, practical Sam move. I get injured and get babied. Nothings changed since coming to Campbellford.

When I got home, Ben wasn't there. I decided to go in the kitchen and make some dinner, until I spotted a note stuck to the fridge. It read: Dear Sam,

Won't be back t'il late tonight. Had more work to do at the shop. Don't wait up. If I’m not home by morning, then I’m pulling an all nighter.

P.S. Save some dinner for me in the fridge.

Love you ♥

Ben

Ben recently got a job at a hardware store. He's the guy who works the heavy machinery, since he's had experience with it. Ben has blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s your typical pretty boy. He's about 6'4, and fairly muscular. He loves classical music, and also loves to paint. Yea, I know, I’m shocked too. I mean, you wouldn’t imagine I guy like Ben liking classical music and painting, but it’s true. Sometimes I think he was born in the wrong body. Oh well, Ben has the looks, and the brains, any girl would be drop-dead lucky to have him as a boyfriend, or maybe even a husband.

I made pasta for dinner. It took about an hour, the longest I've ever taken to make pasta. There was lots left, so I put it in a container, then put it in the fridge for Ben. Next thing I did were the dishes. Then, when I was done that, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, got my sweats on, and went to bed. Even though it’s only about 5:00, I’m extremely exhausted, and plus; when Ben gets here, I don’t want to explain why I look like a big mess. So bed is the easiest way to avoid seeing Ben for the rest of the day today.

* * * * * *

"Help Me! Help Me! Please, Help Me!"

I woke up in a panic. I've had the scariest nightmare ever! I don’t know who was calling out to me in my nightmare, but I could tell that it was a guy, at the age of maybe 18 most likely. It sounded like he was in pain and that he was being tortured. God, it was really sick. He was being hacked up with an axe. The really weird thing about it is that the guy in my nightmare is the same guy that went missing in Campbellford, that also went to the same high school that I’m in right now. Actually, that’s kind of obvious because there’s only one high school in Campbellford. I'll probably never know what my nightmare was about, but I sure do know that it isn’t a good sign that I’m having dreams of murders. Is it true? Is my dream really a premonition of what’s going to happen in the future or, what already happened?

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"Morning Sam. So... how was your first day of school yesterday?" asked Ben while he was picking up his first morning cup of coffee.

"Um... fine actually, nothing bad happened, and no injuries," I lied. "I met a lot of people, and I have mostly all great teachers. Uh... I got to go Ben, Jeff’s waiting for me outside. Before you ask, he’s in alot of my classes , and the first friend I made so please don’t get all suspicious. So, bye!"

I shut the door as quickly as possible without slamming it and casually jogged to Jeff’s car that was waiting for me in front of my house. He owns a black mustang with red interior, and it didn’t look old at all.

Its funny how Jeff is practically the only one without an old car. Hah, the rest of us get stuck with our parent or grandparents old car, and he gets a brand new one. He’s just soo lucky.

As soon as I shut the door, the first thing I hear is "Hey!" then "Where to?"

God, Jeff is so easy to talk to, and he’s such a great friend. Oh my god, he’s just so funny, you never know what hell say next, and even if it’s not funny, you still got to laugh, just for him trying.

"Hah, hah, hah, very funny," I replied with a tiny bit of a laugh, but of coarse, with no seriousness.

It’s hard to picture myself mad at him.

The drive to school was silent the whole way. I was surprised about that because Jeff usually never stops talking, but he must have been nervous, because his forehead was sweating like crazy. I really think there’s something he’s putting off telling me.

We arrived at school a few minutes early. Figures, Jeff is a maniac driver. Jeff turned off the ignition and just sat there, not moving an inch, just staring ahead, looking as if he was concentrating on what to say, or what not to say.

After a minute, he turned to look at me. I could see seriousness in his eyes, which made my stomach feel a little uneasy.

Even though I only just met him a few days ago, I feel so very close to him. He’s the very first friend I’ve made here, and ill always be grateful for that.

He turned to look at me and was about to speak, until he saw the color of my face, "What’s wrong Sam? You look so pale. Are you feeling well?" asked Jeff.

But before I could answer, I started to slip into unconsciousness.

I could hear faint cries from Jeff, but as soon as I realized what happened, I was already out like a light.

First Day
First chapter of 'The Beyond'