Sam: Day 3

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Sam's POV:

I feel someone stir beside me. I slowly open my eyes to see Freddie. He has his arm wrapped around me and I don't want to wake him up, but mamma wants her bacon.

All of a sudden I really need to go to the bathroom. I move Freddie's arm off of me and try not to wake him. I run to the bathroom.

I come out of the bathroom and Freddie is awake. "Are you ok?" he asks. 

"Yes, just needed to go to the bathroom," I reply.

I continue, "I'm going to head home. I need to change clothes. I'll see you at school."

He walks me out of his apartment. We hug and he says "Bye Sam! See ya later!"

"By nub," I reply.

Sam's House:

I walk in and my mom is flaunting around in a bikini. 

"Mom! Not another Bikini show. None of them look good!" I yell.

"Be quiet!" She yells.

I run into my room and grab my diary. I begin to write...

Sam's Diary:

Sam's Diary Entry 1:

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Sam's Diary Entry 1:

Dear Diary,

Gosh that sounds girly! Whatever! I think I like Freddie. I think I like like Freddie. I can't let him know because I don't think he feels the same. I felt so comfortable and warm in his arms last night. I felt so safe. I just want to be around him all the time. Him just being in the room makes me feel ok.

Peace,

Sam.

End of Entry.

I shove my diary in my backpack and grab an outfit from the closet.

I put some moisturizer on my face, apply a little mascara, and some pink moisturizing lip tint on my lips.

I put on the outfit I picked out, grab my backpack, and leave.

Sam's outfit:

Skip to school:

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Skip to school:

I go to my locker and see Carly at hers. "Hey Carls!" I say.

Carly's Outfit:

"Hey Sam!" she says

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"Hey Sam!" she says.

I watch as Freddie stands at his locker. He looks so cute. Ohhh did I just admit that!

Freddie's Outfit:

I watch as Freddie grabs his books out of his locker

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I watch as Freddie grabs his books out of his locker. 

Valerie walks up to him and starts flirting with him. I am boiling inside but try my best to hide it. I don't want Valerie to be with Freddie. I want to be with Freddie. 

I look away and punch my locker. "Ouch!" I yell out.

"Are you ok?" Carly asks. "What was that for?" She continues.

"Fine. Just mad I have Briggs class this morning." I reply.

My hand starts throbbing. I hold it up and watch it swell. 

Freddie walks over all smiles. "I have a date with Valerie," he proudly states.

"Great! Hold on to her Freddork. She is the only girl that will ever want to go out with you." I say angrily. 

"Great! I'll help you prepare and make sure your mom doesn't ruin it." Carly replies too Freddie.

"Gees Sam!" He says, "Am I really that unlikable."

"Unfortunately" I reply.

If only he knew how much I liked him. This is all a game to throw him off track.

"Sam!" Carly yells.

The morning bell rings.

"I've got to get to Briggs class" I say.

"Yeah, I've gotta run. Can't be late." Freddie says.

"Bye!" Carly yells as I run off to class not because I am excited to be in Briggs riveting morning class, but because I am anxious to get away from the conversation about Freddie's date.

I get to class and pull out my diary. I decide to write in it today instead of doodling. I instantly tune out Briggs which isn't hard considering I've been in this class for months now.

I begin to write...

Sam's Diary Entry 2:

Hey stupid diary,

Why does Freddie want to go out with Valerie? I will never be good enough for him. I am just the loner gutter girl that loves meat. I am to big of a slob. I'm not pretty. I wish Freddie wanted to go out with me. I really like him. I wish he liked me.

Peace,

Sam.

I draw a picture of heart at the end of the entry and put S + F in the middle of it.

End of Entry.

I think of Freddie and Sigh. I wish he liked me as much as I like him.




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