The Boy in the Hall

Have you ever met someone that changed your whole perspective on life? That made you feel your life was worth living and that you should never give up the time you have left? Did that one person continue your existence and love all your failures and tolerate your success? That one person, just that one, kept you going.

Samara's Kissinger's life was going nowhere and it had a lot of time to get there too. She was always a quite, shy, sad girl who always thought badly about herself and never really had any friends. She never considered herself as a 'loner' because the title didn't seem to fit and seemed to dramatic. Samara hated attention and tried to avoid it in all possible ways, so she avoided after school clubs, sports and other activities.

Another thing she hated, her family. They hated her too, but for no good reason. She never felt loved by her parents, and why should she? She was shunned by them since birth, and they never wanted anything to do with her. Georgia was the only daughter they wanted.

Georgia was a tall brunette,with curly hair who was head cheerleader at their school. Samara was a spitting image of her older sister except Samara's hair was poker straight. The two were never mistaken for each other, and that was exactly what they wanted.

Samara's P.O.V

Samara was sitting in her grade 11 English class, it was the beginning of a new year, but nothing has changed. This class was the only place she felt like she belonged. Writing was her passion, her need, her escape from her real life tragedy. She felt that words could change anything for her, but she never told anyone that. 'Who would listen to a freak?' she thought. She took her regular spot in the far back.

"Good afternoon class," Mr. Davies, her English teacher said sounding not too happy.

"What's so good about it?" A boy from in front of Samara replied, and the entire class laughed.

"Mr. Matthews, how nice to see you in this class for the third year in a row. Tell me, how many times must I teach you before you can spell the word orange correctly?" There was an 'oh' from the class.

"Mr. Davies, may I use the hall pass" Samara asked too quietly.

Just as she was about to ask again there was a knock on the door. "That must be our new student, Mr. James!" Mr. Davies said walking quickly to the door at the other end of the room. "Mr. James, how nice to finally meet you! I trust next time you will be on time for class?" In walks in the most beautiful boy Samara had ever seen.

"Yes, sorry sir"