To Be Me - Chapter One
Sam is a pretty different person. When she's left by her parents to go stay with her aunt for a while, she meets interesting people (especially mark ;)) and learns a lot about herself
Sam couldn't believe she was expected to live in this country without any questions asked. They must have been joking. Yeah, that was it; they were playing a practical joke, and in about 5 seconds they were going to jump out from behind a luggage rack or something and yell, 'Gotcha!' Then her thoughts took a doubtful turn. Her parents were definitely not the playful type. Her accident was the reason for that. What had she been thinking? Her parents had been serious. She just had to deal with it.
Sam sighed unhappily, and then leant over to grab her suitcase that was lying on the floor. She lifted it in a sudden burst of strength, but quickly gave out as her leg strength bailed on her. Ugh, why hadn't she agreed to take those weightlifting classes when her mom suggested them? They would have been really useful at the present moment. She looked around for a witness to her sorry plight and, finding none, leaned against the wall behind her. 'Oh, whatever! I'll just camp out here in the airport then! It's not as if anyone will come for me. I'm completely invisible in -' her thoughts were interrupted by a voice:
"Um, excuse me, but do you need help lifting that simple suitcase? I normally wouldn't think so, but you look like you're really struggling," a rude male voice inquired. Overly loud, obnoxious girly laughter followed soon after, as if the speaker had said the most hilarious thing. Sam was thankful that her head was down because her long, red hair could cover her face while she constructed an expression fierce enough to chase off these snarling dogs. The hand that was clutching her stick tightened reflexively. She was more than ready for a physical fight. She then looked up, glaring.
Her eyes met sea-glass green eyes. As she watched, the boy's smirk faltered. Ha. That would show them. But then, the smirk reappeared. She was not off to a good start. Sam tore her gray eyes away from the green. The group surrounding this boy consisted of 3 other people. The girl, she noted, was still laughing in that squeaky tone. Did she have a mental disorder? As far as she knew, a joke had not been made. The other two boys looked bored, gazing around lazily. Suddenly, she realized the green-eyed boy was waiting for an answer. Preferably one that would cause the girl hanging off him to laugh even more. Well, she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction!
"I think I can manage," Sam said in a frosty voice. The boy looked taken aback at her tone.
"Obviously you can't, otherwise you would've picked up that suitcase the first time!" He replied with an amused glance to her suitcase. The girl at his side clutched his arm even tighter, and laughed once again, in the same irritating pitch. Sam looked at him as if he were the most idiotic person alive. Did he not realize her state? It wasn't as if it was a mental thing. Purely physical, and completely noticeable... At least, she had thought so! The boy looked confused. The weird girl just looked at him as if she was awaiting his judgment on whether to die or not. Sam turned away then, praying that her knee would hold out until she could lift her suitcase. She reached for it, but someone else's hand beat her to it. It was that green-eyed boy. Argh, why couldn't they just leave her alone?
"Why can't you just leave me alone? I don't need your so-called 'help,'" she snapped at all of them. The other girl just gave her a dirty look and rolled her eyes.
"Actually, I can't leave you alone because my neighbor told me to pick you up from the airport, Samantha," the boy retorted with a triumphant smile. How the heck did he know her name? And who was this 'neighbor' he was talking about?
"I have no idea what you are talking about. And it's Sam, not Samantha," she replied, slightly uneasy. She had a feeling she shouldn't have shared so much with a total stranger.
"My neighbor is your aunt, Ms. Mardori. She was unable to come pick you up herself, so she asked me!" He scanned her face intently, and grinned, "Of course, I didn't know that Sama - sorry, Sam would be so weak! So I was waiting by the door, until I saw you struggling. Oops, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mark, 15 years old. And how old are you?"
"Like I'd tell you." Sam muttered. She was mad at Mark, but also curious about him.
Mark laughed mockingly, and gestured to the door. "After you," he prodded. Sam held out her hand for her suitcase, and he pulled away, saying, "If you insist...!" He swung the suitcase to where her right leg would've been, so that she could catch it, but it only flapped the empty jean leg and thudded to the ground behind her. Mark gasped.
She frowned at him. Then she turned away to try once again to pick up her suitcase. And once again, other hands beat her there. She sighed, looking at Mark. "Let's just get out of here, okay?" she insisted. He nodded. His face was extremely pale, and he looked disturbed. Sam wanted to know what was wrong, but thought better of it. She didn't want to make things worse. The girl who had given her a dirty look looked a bit pale too. Like she might get sick. Sam wondered what she had missed that had made everyone look like they just wanted to disappear into a bathroom and not reappear for hours.
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The car ride to Sam's aunt's place had been extremely silent. Mark had become a totally new person, according to what she knew of him from before. She had tried to start conversations like small talk, but it had not worked out very well. When she had limped rather slowly to the airport parking lot, he hadn't commented on her slow pace like she had thought he would. Instead, he looked anywhere but at her. This confused her a lot. And the rest of his group was quiet; giving Sam swift glances and then looking away just as quickly. This confused her even more. The tense atmosphere was so thick that she could almost cut through it with a knife. And she hadn't even known why it was there!
When the car stopped, she muttered a 'thanks', and groped for her suitcase handle. Mark nabbed it, with a quiet, "I'll do it." She just walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door swung open and within milliseconds, she was being engulfed into someone's arms. Sam smelt an old-fashioned perfume coming from the person, and after knowing it was her aunt, returned the hug. Suddenly, it wasn't so bad without her parents. After all, she did have Aunt Jane who loved her company! After a few moments, she pulled away. Aunt Jane smiled and kept one arm around Sam. Mark put down her suitcase and, after muttering a 'bye,' he quickly left.
"Thank you, Mark," Aunt Jane called after him in a grateful tone. Then, she shut the door and picked up the suitcase. "You know where you'll be sleeping, of course?" Sam just shrugged. It had been awhile since she had last visited Aunt Jane.
Aunt Jane led her down the hallway, passing a couple of bright yellow doors. Aunt Jane's heels clacked against the hardwood flooring, reminding Sam of a metronome. They stopped in front of a black door in the darkest corner of the house. Sam grinned. This door enclosed her personal paradise. Aunt Jane patted Sam's shoulder, and said, "when you're done reveling, come into the kitchen. I made some coffee, alright?" Sam nodded happily. She waited until Aunt Jane left, then grabbed her hair clip to open the lock.
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hey guys, I'm really sorry I submitted a new story without continuing the other one... I just wanted to let you know that I did write the second chapter of 'my four senses,' it just won't upload for some reason... I'm trying my best to upload it k? =] oh, and also, I won't continue THIS story until the other one is done... unless you like this story better... in which case tell me if you want me to start with this one or 'my four senses' =D thnx for readin!!!!!!
Sam sighed unhappily, and then leant over to grab her suitcase that was lying on the floor. She lifted it in a sudden burst of strength, but quickly gave out as her leg strength bailed on her. Ugh, why hadn't she agreed to take those weightlifting classes when her mom suggested them? They would have been really useful at the present moment. She looked around for a witness to her sorry plight and, finding none, leaned against the wall behind her. 'Oh, whatever! I'll just camp out here in the airport then! It's not as if anyone will come for me. I'm completely invisible in -' her thoughts were interrupted by a voice:
"Um, excuse me, but do you need help lifting that simple suitcase? I normally wouldn't think so, but you look like you're really struggling," a rude male voice inquired. Overly loud, obnoxious girly laughter followed soon after, as if the speaker had said the most hilarious thing. Sam was thankful that her head was down because her long, red hair could cover her face while she constructed an expression fierce enough to chase off these snarling dogs. The hand that was clutching her stick tightened reflexively. She was more than ready for a physical fight. She then looked up, glaring.
Her eyes met sea-glass green eyes. As she watched, the boy's smirk faltered. Ha. That would show them. But then, the smirk reappeared. She was not off to a good start. Sam tore her gray eyes away from the green. The group surrounding this boy consisted of 3 other people. The girl, she noted, was still laughing in that squeaky tone. Did she have a mental disorder? As far as she knew, a joke had not been made. The other two boys looked bored, gazing around lazily. Suddenly, she realized the green-eyed boy was waiting for an answer. Preferably one that would cause the girl hanging off him to laugh even more. Well, she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction!
"I think I can manage," Sam said in a frosty voice. The boy looked taken aback at her tone.
"Obviously you can't, otherwise you would've picked up that suitcase the first time!" He replied with an amused glance to her suitcase. The girl at his side clutched his arm even tighter, and laughed once again, in the same irritating pitch. Sam looked at him as if he were the most idiotic person alive. Did he not realize her state? It wasn't as if it was a mental thing. Purely physical, and completely noticeable... At least, she had thought so! The boy looked confused. The weird girl just looked at him as if she was awaiting his judgment on whether to die or not. Sam turned away then, praying that her knee would hold out until she could lift her suitcase. She reached for it, but someone else's hand beat her to it. It was that green-eyed boy. Argh, why couldn't they just leave her alone?
"Why can't you just leave me alone? I don't need your so-called 'help,'" she snapped at all of them. The other girl just gave her a dirty look and rolled her eyes.
"Actually, I can't leave you alone because my neighbor told me to pick you up from the airport, Samantha," the boy retorted with a triumphant smile. How the heck did he know her name? And who was this 'neighbor' he was talking about?
"I have no idea what you are talking about. And it's Sam, not Samantha," she replied, slightly uneasy. She had a feeling she shouldn't have shared so much with a total stranger.
"My neighbor is your aunt, Ms. Mardori. She was unable to come pick you up herself, so she asked me!" He scanned her face intently, and grinned, "Of course, I didn't know that Sama - sorry, Sam would be so weak! So I was waiting by the door, until I saw you struggling. Oops, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Mark, 15 years old. And how old are you?"
"Like I'd tell you." Sam muttered. She was mad at Mark, but also curious about him.
Mark laughed mockingly, and gestured to the door. "After you," he prodded. Sam held out her hand for her suitcase, and he pulled away, saying, "If you insist...!" He swung the suitcase to where her right leg would've been, so that she could catch it, but it only flapped the empty jean leg and thudded to the ground behind her. Mark gasped.
She frowned at him. Then she turned away to try once again to pick up her suitcase. And once again, other hands beat her there. She sighed, looking at Mark. "Let's just get out of here, okay?" she insisted. He nodded. His face was extremely pale, and he looked disturbed. Sam wanted to know what was wrong, but thought better of it. She didn't want to make things worse. The girl who had given her a dirty look looked a bit pale too. Like she might get sick. Sam wondered what she had missed that had made everyone look like they just wanted to disappear into a bathroom and not reappear for hours.
** *
The car ride to Sam's aunt's place had been extremely silent. Mark had become a totally new person, according to what she knew of him from before. She had tried to start conversations like small talk, but it had not worked out very well. When she had limped rather slowly to the airport parking lot, he hadn't commented on her slow pace like she had thought he would. Instead, he looked anywhere but at her. This confused her a lot. And the rest of his group was quiet; giving Sam swift glances and then looking away just as quickly. This confused her even more. The tense atmosphere was so thick that she could almost cut through it with a knife. And she hadn't even known why it was there!
When the car stopped, she muttered a 'thanks', and groped for her suitcase handle. Mark nabbed it, with a quiet, "I'll do it." She just walked up to the door. She rang the doorbell. After a few moments, the door swung open and within milliseconds, she was being engulfed into someone's arms. Sam smelt an old-fashioned perfume coming from the person, and after knowing it was her aunt, returned the hug. Suddenly, it wasn't so bad without her parents. After all, she did have Aunt Jane who loved her company! After a few moments, she pulled away. Aunt Jane smiled and kept one arm around Sam. Mark put down her suitcase and, after muttering a 'bye,' he quickly left.
"Thank you, Mark," Aunt Jane called after him in a grateful tone. Then, she shut the door and picked up the suitcase. "You know where you'll be sleeping, of course?" Sam just shrugged. It had been awhile since she had last visited Aunt Jane.
Aunt Jane led her down the hallway, passing a couple of bright yellow doors. Aunt Jane's heels clacked against the hardwood flooring, reminding Sam of a metronome. They stopped in front of a black door in the darkest corner of the house. Sam grinned. This door enclosed her personal paradise. Aunt Jane patted Sam's shoulder, and said, "when you're done reveling, come into the kitchen. I made some coffee, alright?" Sam nodded happily. She waited until Aunt Jane left, then grabbed her hair clip to open the lock.
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hey guys, I'm really sorry I submitted a new story without continuing the other one... I just wanted to let you know that I did write the second chapter of 'my four senses,' it just won't upload for some reason... I'm trying my best to upload it k? =] oh, and also, I won't continue THIS story until the other one is done... unless you like this story better... in which case tell me if you want me to start with this one or 'my four senses' =D thnx for readin!!!!!!
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