SAM.
AFTER music period is over, as always the sluggish teacher continues to teach, but I walk out. I can't afford to miss my literature class, but still, I get in late. Mrs. Huston scowls at me and I gently sit on my desk, I seem to be the only one late this time.
Mrs. Huston begins to teach on 'Elements of literature.
Twenty-five minutes later, she rounds up and starts to talk about the project. She asks me how it's going, and I tell her 'okay' as well as Brooke who gives me a defeated look and I shake my head scornfully. Mrs. Huston reminds us that we have two weeks to submit the story.
After school, Me, Morgan, and Veronica meet at the cafeteria. We discuss the challenges we are having in writing, and we help each other out.
During the past weeks, we have been sending drafts to each other for an edition, and Xavier was the only person who is done with writing and editing his part of the novel.
Veronica assures me that she'll be done with hers tonight, while Morgan isn't too sure about his.
He hasn't progressed with editing his drafts, that if he's done writing.
After the discussion is over, Veronica takes her leave first.
As I and Morgan walk together, I feel the need to apologize.
"So about yesterday..."
"Sam, you already apologized, it's fine," he says.
"And besides, you warned me about you bitching out sometimes," he adds, and I smile.
"I did, didn't I?" I smack my lips.
I sigh and say,
"So um, my mom wants to have dinner with you and..." I pause for a second, "your family," I add.
He gives a quizzical look.
"Yeah, I'm shocked as you," I tell him.
"My family?" He asks.
"That's what she said."
"I don't know if Christian can be able to handle your mom."
"Me too. And Rhonda gets to see the woman who gave birth to sweet Sammy," I say scornfully.
"She won't mind."
"So you are coming?"
"Yeah I have to, it's for my own good," Morgan says, and I beam.
"What time?" He asks.
"By 8 pm," I reply.
His phone chimes in his pocket, and we stand as he brings it out and looks at it. His face grave.
"Is everything okay?" I ask, concerned.
"Yeah, it's just Tracy." He sighs and glances at me. "Today she was telling me she wants to hang out more."
"With you?" I try to stay neutral.
"Yeah," he says, and I nod.
"Cool," I say falsely.
"Cool?"
"Of course. What does she want now?" I hold my arm with my other hand.
"She wants to go out for dinner with me," he says, and I nod severally —still trying to stay neutral.
"I will just tell her I'm not chanced," he adds as he types on his phone.
"No," I say as I hold his hand. "you should go," I add.
"Sammy, what are you saying?" He asks, confused.
I let go of his hand.
"If Tracy wants a dinner date with you, you should go."
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Mystery / Thriller"I watched as my fifteen-year-old best friend stabbed his dad. Xavier wouldn't stop. He continued stabbing his dad. Blood splattering his face didn't stop him and he was done only when his dad was dead. Xavier looked at me and smiled. I could tell h...
