That's Life, Bud

Sam Jones

A couple days have passed btw and Christmas is over.❤

My neighbor. My old friend. My classmate who never talks to me anymore. Up until the eight grade.

Homeroom with Mr. Aniter. Mr. A is the worst teacher of all time. He is this nasty guy whose Adam apple pops out to his chin. Straight out of college, he thinks that he can handle a ton of eight graders who are done with school. The entire grade will hold their breath whenever they walk by him, just because we don't even want to inhale the same air as him. And he has B.O. He walks with his back arched, head stretched forward, and he holds his elbow behind his back and puts the hand on the same arm in his pocket. And of course I got him for my homeroom.

At the beginning of the school year,by the time my last class of the day rolled around (social studies with Mr Aniter), I was tired out from all of the math and language arts. I don't think that I will ever have to use 5 step equations in my life ever again. But my math teacher thinks differently. So I was glad to finally get to mess around with Aniter a little.

Until we switched seats.

"Carter, Maya, Daniel, and Sam at this table," Aniter said whilst pointing to a table right in the middle of the room. Sam! Really fate? You sit me next to Sam! I will not lie, Sam is very good looking. He's tall, has kinda dark skin, and these beautiful brown eyes that I used to love to stare at. Used to.

And even if I didn't still hate him and actually like him, it would never work. The reason being: he's popular and I'm a nerd. And not an internet "nerdy girl" who is actually pretty but is just using the nerd logo because she as glasses and reads. I am a legit nerd; I am apart of too many fandoms to count, I have exactly 1 true friend in my grade, and some people seem to hate me. To answer the question you probably just asked, they hate me because even though I'm a nerd, I'm not a quiet nerd. If you try to make fun of me, well, just to warn you, I have more dirt on you than you will ever have on me. Back to Sam.

So when we were little we would hang out all the time. Our houses are close enough so that I would be able to crawl out of my window and leap over onto his roof. I would go into his room and meet him, and we would play some stupid game to get our minds off of the real world. That went on until about the fifth grade, when Sam got a girlfriend.

By then we had a scheduled time to meet up everyday. So I hopped onto his roof and opened his window. But Sam wasn't alone. He was sitting on his bed, talking with his girlfriend, Kayla.

"Babe, I don't like that Cater geek you hang out with. She is ruining your chances of becoming popular," she pouted.

"Come on, you know I don't like her. Not even as a friend," he responded.

"Then you should have said it to my face a long time ago," I said loudly. They both looked at me. Sam stood up with a worried look and started to say something, but I cut him by climbing out the window and back to my room. I wasn't going to stand there and listen to his sappy apologies. Sam broke up with Kayla that day, yet I still didn't talk to him. That was the last time I ever went on my roof, and the first time I had to face reality.

And now I have to sit by him every day.

But luckily I won't have to worry about that for . . . um . . . wait, I have to go back to school tomorrow?