02 - Because of Differences

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All my life, I've been completely different from anyone and everyone.

Here in California, you'd expect to see the beach babes every guy is after. You'd expect to see surfer chicks with somehow perfect hair, or that nerd who works at the pier. If you want to imagine me, well, erase every last one of those types from your mind.

Because that, just couldn't be me.

Try as I might, I could never be as tan as those models you'll occasionally find on the pier. I could never have that gorgeous, long blonde hair that the surfer chicks have. I couldn't even manage to work the pier like Nerdy Dave - and that was saying something.

I'm sure you know what I'm getting at here. In reality, I'm a pasty, skinny, black haired introvert who tends to shrink away from any social activity. I want nothing more than to get out of here when I turn eighteen next year, and I only have one - and somehow managed to keep that one - friend in my life. Aaron Peters.

Aaron is the type of boy that every girl goes after. He has a healthy golden glow to his skin, whereas mine looks dead. He has these dark gold shaggy locks that fall in a way where it looks effortless. Aaron's main trademark is his eyes, though. Girls go nuts over his eyes. They're as blue and passionate as the ocean.

Every girl wants to date him, except for me. I've known him for far too long to even think of him that way. He's that dork that I play video games with every night. He's the only person who knows how to calm me down when I'm breaking down like a complete psycho. I know him too well to have the slightest desire to date him, and besides. He didn't exactly like girls who chased after him, either.

Now that you got me talking about myself, I suppose I'll add onto this breach of personal information. I'm a Capricorn, deathly allergic to penicillin, and, oh, have this awful case of Metathesiophobia. For those of you who don't know the correct terms for fears off the top of your head, it means that I'm scared of change.

Now you know why I'm so freaked out about moving. It's not the worst move we could make - I would be attending the same school, and even be closer to Leo Carrillo, which is the beach I live by. Even so, the house I'm leaving behind is the house that built me up to who I am. I was raised there from the day I got home from that hospital, but now, we're packing up and moving to somewhere even smaller.

Does it make sense to you?

Yeah, it doesn't to me, either.

My mom's been engaged with her fiance - Dennis Felter - for about four months now. The wedding is coming up quicker than I could say, well, any word in the dictionary I suppose. Once the vows are said and the deeds are done, it's an official bond. My dad will be shut out. I will no longer be an only child, the way I liked it, and nothing was going to be the same again. It was enough to make me hyperventilate just talking about it... except I couldn't.

How would my mother feel if I were to suddenly tell her how I felt? As far as concerns come into play, I'm of my mother's least at the moment. I know how to hold down the fort and pretend to be emotionless. Heck, I've been doing it for the past four months, haven't I? To be honest, I couldn't stand the Felter Family, much less want to be a part of it.

So I won't be.

Besides, I don't have long to wait before I can get out of here. Go to a nice art college here in California. I could live under the pier if I wanted to, which would be a better option than having to be called "Samantha Felter." Doesn't it sound weird? I think so, too. I'll always be Samantha Remington, and that's just what's been decided.

There could never be room in my life for even more change.

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Sorry, this chapter was sort of short and action-less and boring. I needed to get some introductions in, just so you can get to know Sam better. The next chapters should have some action, dialogue, and all that good stuff. It will definitely reach my usual 1000 words.

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