Dreadful

Why her? Out of all people picked her. My mother, the woman that gave birth to me was now gone. She's gone. There's no turning back. I can't believe she left naturally. As in no car crash. Not murdered. Not suicide. Just a heart stroke. It's hard to believe. She was only 32, & looked unmistakeably young.

"Sammi!" Who's calling me? I continued walking, remembering the directions to my school as the person calling me caught up. "Oh hey Ariana." Ariana was ,what you could say, my best friend.  She & I met in 1st grade & were Friends ever since. She has the most beautiful shade of red hair & a really light shade of brown eyes. She had her hair in a side ponytail & wore a white long sleeve along with a pink tie. She also had some black skinny jeans on with pink converse. I, on the other hand, had a boat neck red long sleeve with white pants & red vans. My jet black hair was left down. My hair made my dark blue eyes seem lighter than they are. "How was your break?" Oh yeah. We were on our fall break & today was the first day coming back to school since then. "Not so good. You know.. " Ariana was the first person I told about my mother's death. I continued my sentence & managed to whisper. "with my mom.. dying." Ariana stood in front of me, making us stop walking. She put her index fingers near my mouth & pushed them upwards, forcing me to smile, even though I was frowning. "Cheer up, kiddo!" I put her hands down & continued walking, "Ariana, you aren't the damn guidance counselor." I continued, "It's hard to cheer up, Ari. It's like.. you giving up PUDDING!" I turned to face Ariana, finding her holding a chocolate pudding cup with one hard a shoving a mouthful of it with a spoon with the other hand. This girl has some real pudding issues. She goes though a 6 pack of pudding each day.- although, she doesn't gain any weight. Don't ask me why. She gasped at my words, "This. Is. Serious." I rolled my eyes as the school came into view. I was about to enter the school building when, "HALL MONITOR RYAN IS HERE.. For Sammaaaaai" he made the I go as an 'a' & held it out. Great.  Ryan has had a crush on me since 3rd grade. He has shaggy brown hair & brown eyes. To be honest, he is pretty attractive- but I'm not looking for a relationship. Plus he's too... what's the word? CHILDISH. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the building with Ariana. We were walking towards her 1st period class when we were, once again, in interrupted. "SAMANTHA!" I turned around & saw her. Jordan Bray. She walked towards us, her long brown naturally curly hair swinging over her shoulders. Jordan is a student here. Yippie. She basically hates me. Why? Because she likes Ryan & Ryan likes me, & blah blah, boys, blah. Her brown eyes burned into my dark blue ones. She's the GIRL hall monitor. Everyone knows she took the job to spend more time with Ryan. "What." I snapped. She looked down to see my outfit & smirked. She's part of the.. "crowd". She suppose ably owns the best clothes. To be honest, she does. But I dislike her too much to admit it out loud. "You're wearing red & if you have a brain you'll notice that's agains't school dress code.  DETENTION." I sighed as she handed me a familiar slip. I always got detention. Jordan turned around & started walking away. Ariana & I did the same but of coarse walked like a NORMAL person.  I saw a trash can & took no time to hesitate throwing the slip away. "What are you doing? Joradn gave you detention!" Leave it to Ariana to be the goody two shoes. "Who says I have to go, " I said & winked. "RIIIING" "Shit, Imma be late for class! Bye Ari!" I started running down the hall, lastly hearing "Bye Sammi!"

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I was now in 4th period - art class. Luckily, Ariana was in this period with me. We were supposed to be painting our idol. Me & Ari however had a different idea. We started painting on each other. The teacher didn't care, he was eating his 3rd cup of noodles cup ever since this period started. Ari was in the middle of drawing me with a mustache when the speaker boomed into the room, "SAMANTHA HARKER PLEASE REPORT TO TH PRINCIPALS OFFICE." The speaker was so god damn loud that Ariana jumped at the noise causing the brush to go in my nostril! "Shit! Paint up my nose! Paint up my nose! I turned to leave the classroom & Ariana mouthed an "I'm Sorry" I smiled & nodded as in saying "It's alright" Then it hit me. Why does the Principal want to see me?! Did she find out I was the one that egged her car? Do they know I was the one that painted all the school uniform they provided?! I thought about all the bad things I did while walking towards her office. When I walked in I instantly yelled, "WHATEVER I DID YOU CAN'T PROVE IT!" (It's a reflex.). That's when I noticed the two professional looking men next to her. They had detective looking suits & wore pitch black sun glasses. They reminded me of spies in movies. Ms.Meyer, the principal, had her black hair in a bun & wore her glasses that shaped her Head perfectly. I noticed her nervous gaze & started speaking, 

-"Samantha. Your mother didn't have a heart stroke."

-"You mean.. She's still alive?"

The man on the left spoke,

"Your mother was murdered."

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A/N:

Hi! I bet you didn't see that coming! Imagine Ariana as a young 13 year old Ariana Grande. Thanks to Wattpad user, inlovewithfiveguys1D, for proof reading & editing this chapter! It mean loads! I originally began & created this story on the Nintendo DSi on an installed app called "Flipnote Hatena". I was too unmotivated there to continue it so I'll be continuing it here! If you'd like to add me on Hatena my username is: Simply M&M

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