chapter 1: as always...

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I walk slowly toward my destination. I didn't want to go, but I was told to go anyways. Mothers these days I tell ya. So I walk slowly hoping to miss the bus, but of course I get there just in time to get on the bus and sit by myself next to the window. I put my headphones in and shut out the would while I could. Too soon the, "good students" get on. The only reason they have that name is because they act good...inside the classroom that is, when the teacher's watching. Right now...well that's a different story... "This, this is for all the girls, boys all over the world whatever you've been told you're worth more than gold. So hold your head up high its your time to shine from the inside out it shows you're worth more than gold. Go-o-o-old your go-o-old..." suddenly my music stops. I look out of the corner of my eye to see a smirking Amy.

"You know some of us like blocking out the world before disaster strikes" I tease.

"I know, but its so much fun to tease you sammy," she replies.

"What did I say about calling me that?" I ask politely.

"Um...calling you what?" she tries acting sweet.

"Don't play innocent with me little miss princess," I tease her.

"Hey! I told you not to call me that," she says back playfully.

"Then maybe you should call me my real name and not sammy," I mutter.

"I heard that!" she announces.

"Of course you did," I mutter.

"Hey, I have a question," she says suddenly.

"Shoot," I reply.

"Shoot you?"

"No," I reply, chuckling, "tell me the question."

"Oh okay. So I was thinking could I hang out with my other friends just for today? I promise I'll hang out with you tomorrow."

I sigh, "Fine."

"Something wrong?" she asks.

"No," I lie, besides the fact that you seem to have amnesia when it comes to hanging out with your friends everyday.

"Okay! Thanks you're the best!" she says hugging me then we arrive at the school. We get off and Amy skips away to go be with her other friends.

"Hey gorgeous!" I slowly turn around, and gasp.

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