What if?

Chapter One

"Okay girls so today you have soccer then Alex will pick you up." Mom gave us our daily schedule.

"K mom" we said in unison.

"You guys get creepier by the moment, I'm out bye see ya later losers." Alex muttered

"Takes one to know one butthole" Sam responded (She was always appropriate-ish when Mom's around.) "Wait you have to drive these 'creeps' to school" Sam retorted

"Samantha! Be polite where are your manners, you should behave like a lady not like a baboon!" Mom reprimanded

"We are gonna be late" I chimed in changing the subject to rescue Sam from being grounded. I grabbed a piece of bacon and my book bag and opened the front door. "Anyone coming?" I asked rhetorically

"Very funny half wit you're not eating in my car." Alex responded

I rolled my eyes and shoved the bacon into his mouth making sure to rub the grease all over his face. Sam walked over to the grease monster and I and said

" That's a good look for you, the zits from the grease will really take the attention away from your nose, and the rest of your face."

I laughed and jogged to the garage to grab my bike with Sam because there was no way Alex would drive us to school after that, he rarely drives us to school.

I put on my backpack and hopped on my bike, it was blue like Sam's.

Pacific Middle was only about fifteen minutes away from the house and about thirty from the beach, walking.

"Sam, what's the latest prob? I saw you last night texting I don't know who, but you looked frustrated." I began

"Ugh, Ryan asked me out... again I am clearly not interested but that football dummy doesn't have enough brain cells left to realize I'm not into him."

That hit me pretty hard, Ryan was one of the cutest guys in the school; at least I thought so. Unlike Sam's comment he is actually smart. He had been the starting runner on the football team until this kid from Aniheim caused him to tear his hamstring, he had never been the same since. Ryan was sweet, sensitve, smart, athletic, I can't see why my sister woudn't date him.

We were almost at school by this point so I veered to the left to make an easier turn. Sam followed behind me doing the same. We did this often, no one ever used this street so it was safe to turn quickly. I don't think cars are allowed to even drive on it. I could now see the sign that read. Pacific Middle home of the Sharks. March in California, it's beautiful, breezy, and sunny. I could almost smell ocean. I can't wait until Friday, I was going to a beach party and most of the cutest guys would be there. I better wear something cute, Ryan will be there.

I had to get by Thursday first, with the images of cute boys, surfing, and bikinis fading away I focused on the day ahead, ew. I have a math test, a history quiz and five other classes with teachers that mainly focus on trying to put all their students to sleep, normally they do pretty well. After school I have practice, homework, and friends.

"Sam, do you have a math test today too?" I asked we were in different math classes. I was advanced by a year and she was just in honors. The difference, none besides that I had to study and she didn't study at all. My class was harder, and I still got an A, but an A in honors was good enough for her, and apparently the rest of the world too.

"Nah, just the nerds today" she said with a wink.

"Sam! Sam!" said Morgan, Sam's "Best Friend" I never knew if they liked or hated eachother, they were on and off. Personally I can't stand Morgan. She's your typical popular girl. Blonde, tan, rich, sometimes people even thought that Morgan and Sam were sisters, they didn't even know for the most part (I am not a TOTAL loner) who I was. Morgan was shorter than Sam and had hazel eyes and she didn't play soccer, or surf. I see the resemblence but I don't see how they are friends. Sam loves surfing and adventures and is outgoing. Morgan is a more laidback gossipy-girl, she HATES soccer and can't surf to save her life or anyone else's for that matter. She spends her life sitting by her pool in her immense mansion tanning with a magazine or, she tans on the beach gossiping with other wannabes. I just don't see how her and my sister are friends they are so different... opposites really do attract, I guess.

"Morgan, what's up? Have you heard the news... Ryan is at it again, will he ever get the hint. Sayn is never gonna happen. He is seriously delusional." Sam began her gossip with Morgan as I veered towards my friends tuning them out.

"Vicky! Isa! Mikey! Ernie! Wait up!" I called across to the parking lot to my friends. They turned around and walked towards me. I hopped off my bike and I walked towards them they were all smiling.

"About time Little Miss Perfect, have you heard the latest nominations for the Presidential campaign. You have thirteen nominations by thirteen different people and none of us even nominated you" Ernie teased.

"Haha very funny I bet thirteen people were confused when they tried to vote for Sam. It wouldn't be the first time, and surely not the last time." I said as I started towards the school building. Pacific was a few different buildings, the main middle school building is the oldest building and it's three stories high. There are other buildings for admissions, science rooms, and we have a gym too. The gym has some fancy name that belongs to the person who spent the most money on it but to anyone normal, or who tries to be, calls it the gym.

I have math first, then English, and then lunch. But all of that is after homeroom. The main reason Ernie calls me Little Miss Perfect, or LMP like he has me under his contacts, is because I have all honors classes and I am running (and if I am lucky will be) Class President.

I like math, it makes sense. Girls make absolutely no sense, they love you they hate you then they wanna be you then they wanna kill you. Guys are easier, not by much, but easier, there is no trying to be you or wanting to kill involved. Though those two things are complicated in themselves, then they decide they want to intertwine. They get in relationships, in the wise words of Pink, "you fight you make up you kiss you break up" it makes the least sense of all. And rather then just pushing all of the complicated drama aside everyone just wants to jump ride on the bandwagon. I always seem to find myself in the middle, yet never in the crossfire.