Teenage Dream (Title Under Construction)

TD: Chapter Twenty-Five: We Were Both Sorry

Oh hey guys! Thank you for reading what I have written. I really do appreciate it. I try to write as much as I can, but I don't do this at all seriously. I do this because I enjoy it and it makes me happy. I haven't written in a long while and I apologize. I'm only just a teenager handling school work and outside activities I do enjoy to do. I write when it's rainy (which is a lot) and if I feel the need to escape my world. I do write a lot of stories and only uploaded two that I really enjoy writing about. Check out my new story, "A Walk Through Memory Lane" it's a big shift to the trendy, dramatic life of the 3 amigas of Sherman Heights and their ways of life. Also, one BIG fact I do want to say from this story (Teenage Dream) is that: most of the occurrences and events that happen in it are true. No, they weren't rich or evil or manipulative for the matter, but they did endure family problems, loss of loves, love triangles and so forth. These characters are all based on a year where I had the most, how do I say this, drama? I'll leave it to: I am Natalie. I try my hardest to write both Talia's and Samantha's side of the story, but I will not be able to capture it perfectly, and no, these are not our REAL names. I hope you enjoy Samantha's perspective now! Keep it gold!

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: We were both sorry.

Samantha Wilde

It was freezing for a November month. How is it that I have the patience and the strength to watch games that I do not even know what it’s about? If I did not watch Justin’s soccer game, I was watching Talia’s and Natalie’s field hockey match. I mean they did try and include me in this sport, but sports and me, do not mix whatsoever. I sat on the cold, metal bench basically bored out of my mind. What shocked me was that a lot of people actually came out to watch—no make that the whole school.

It was the last period or quarter or whatever and the Clinton Seahawks were behind, by well—a lot. I did not fancy their mixture of green, white, and a shade of teal that did not match at all. At least our team had a little flare with their outfits, since you did have Talia and Natalie in one team, you’ll most likely have the most fashionable team in sport’s history.

“What’s better than watching a group of girls in short skirts aggressively pushing each other?” Cruise asked while he chuckles. He sits beside me while he went to go get us some snacks. People might’ve been wondering, where was Justin? As his honorary girlfriend, would it be wrong if I say I didn’t know? I roll my eyes at Cruise as I took a handful of popcorn and shove it in my mouth.

“I guess nothing.” I answer. “Be right back, I need to go to the little ladies room.” Cruise nods his head as he watches the game intently. I walk off and the wind seems to have headed my direction. I wrap my arms around myself while I walk to the grungy washroom of the football field.

One of these days I’m going to take an interest in one sport and maybe pursue it. I laugh to myself since that was never going to happen.

Sherman Heights to me is like a competitive race, it’s either your near the top or you falter towards the bottom. What irritates me was I was always either the first or the third. It was a constant struggle for me to be on top, but right now, I’d pretty much say I’m a hard third. Natalie always stays second just because she had the attitude of not caring about anything which I envy. Talia and I were the most alike. We competed against each other for everything ever since we were little, but of course she always won, but she didn’t win one; the presidential election. I smile at that too.

I walk down the halls towards the field until I hear a group of girls laughing and a rather familiar masculine voice. I decide to take a peek just because the voice was all too familiar. In fact it was. They were a group of sophomore girls who would hover around our table hoping to get insight on our daily drama, but new month, no new drama for them to gush and talk about. There was my supposed boyfriend in the middle of it all with a girl on each side and one in front. The girls were laughing incredulously as if every word he spoke was something funny, but it wasn’t, he never was.