Those Three Little Words(A Chandler Riggs Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I stepped into my room. I was so shocked that I must've been drooling, and Preston pointed it out.

"Um, Samantha, there's a little something on your chin."

I felt my face turn hot as I wiped my face with my jacket sleeve. "Ha, thanks," I said nervously.

"Well, welcome to our home! There's not much to it... It's pretty nice, but it's not anything spectacular," said Preston. "Maybe later on, I can take you around town on a drive to show you the rest of the town, and where you'll be going to school! What grade are you in, 9th?"

I nodded.

"Well, then you'll be going to the high school. According to Mom, you'll be starting next Monday."

Today is Friday. Just thinking about going to school is dreadful. Will the kids accept me? Will they think I'm weird or strange just because I'm adopted?

My mind just keeps racing on and on until finally I hear my door shut. I glanced over at the oak wood door to see Preston, whom, moments ago was just leaning against the frame of it, had disappeared.

Finally, I was alone. I flopped down on the bed and pulled out my journal. Okay, now I have to tell you about that.

I was still in the foster home when I was 9. Another girl about my age, maybe a bit younger, was carrying a book with a leather cover and a blue pen. Engraved in the leather was "Stacey." She glanced at me and shot me a smile, and walked over to me.

"Here, I know I don't know you, but you seem lonely so I want to give you this journal. It's brand new, so you can write memories in it until you get out of here."

She handed me the journal and we exchanged a smile.

"Thank you so much," I said.

"Take care, my friend. Good luck." She waved at me and looked at me with hurt eyes. Once the eye contact broke, she walked out the door to her small area she called her own.

Well, that was in the past. I pulled that journal and the pen out and began to write.

I wrote:
"Today is Friday. It's now 2015 and I'm 15 years old. I have just been adopted not too long ago and I arrived in my new house today. I met my new family, but I'm still a little wary about them. I'm just scared that they're going to put me back into that horrible place.... I don't know. Maybe they'll be different. I don't have any friends except for Preston as of now. Well I think we are friends, anyways... He's my brother now by the way. I hope this is going to be better than before."

I shut the journal and set it on the side table next to the blue lamp with a green, fuzzy lampshade.

I really, REALLY do hope that Atlanta will turn out the way I want it to.
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Sorry for such another short chapter!! I had several comments wanting me to update this story, so I did! :)
I hope you guys enjoy, and I promise it will get better. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think :D Also, I'm wondering... what do you imagine Preston looking like? Comment! :D