Samantha Smith was tired. She was tired of of school. Tired of assignments piling up on top of one another, tired of being asked if she could help others with homework, tired of putting on fake smiles to please the school council, tired of other students, and tired of people telling her what she did wasn't good enough.
She was tired of people in general. How they would take a look at you and decide whether you belonged or not.
Tired of her mom telling her she should have more pride in her looks. Tired of friends telling her she should let her hair down once in a while and have some fun. She was tired of teachers telling her to button up and sit tall. She was just tired of it all. Just so sick and tired.
Sam Smith needed a life.
That is what she needed.
And Tamara Winsingdale was going to give her one (, she just didn't know it yet).
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Teen FictionLet me introduce you to the most spontaneous, random, beautiful, crazy, ugliest girl I know, Tamara. She doesn't care what you think of her because she is Tamara. "Just try..." she whispered
