The Lasting Days Of Samantha Piper

2- Parallel

SAMANTHA's POV

Life is like a boutique built beside other boutiques and even more boutiques across the street. It's an endless competition of wanting to have more people inside, to feel more appreciated. It is a battle of trying to make people stay because in the end no one wants to be alone.

This realization hit me while I was walking down the busy streets in the noon, looking for a dress that I'm going to wear on the incoming prom. I know that the event is still months away but I'm not really the kind of person to rush things. The class was dismissed earlier that day because of fire drill, and I have no intentions of hanging with my so-called friends nor did I want to go home yet. These were just the times I wish that Friday comes faster; but I know that it won't, hence the reasons why I found myself walking down the streets alone. I have done this routine ever since I was in grade three and since Nana thought that I'm responsible despite of my young age, I can go and buy things for myself. Sometimes I go here because I really have to shop, but there are just times that I use this routine to escape.

But enough of that, here is the point, the lesson that I've learned from years of passing by in the same street with the same shops was that: if you want people to look at you and take a peek of what's inside, you must display the best things for them to see. People should easily see in you what's trending and the hot picks, and while those things that did not belong in the category will be just left in the racks until they're completely forgotten.

I swear that it work with humans too.

And since I want you to be in this story even just for a while, I shall start telling you the side of me that you'll probably like. First thing first, my name is Samantha Piper. I don't know if you care but I'm a natural blonde. Pinkish-white complexion courtesy of my Nana's genes, and piercing green eyes though I cover them up with brown contact lenses. Why? You'll find it soon along the story, if you decided to stick around.

I'm not a genius or some sort of a prodigy but I can understand things fast so academics were never really a problem for me. I'm also physically fit and even if I'm not the type of person who gets MVP awards and things like that, I'm definitely not the one who sucks at Physical Education that Mr. Brigham teaches. Not that you care about him, of course.

This is where the interesting part of me ends.

You can now stop reading if you want to, but for those who'll stay, let me tell you about the kind of Samantha Piper that you'll be dealing with in the whole story. You might get confused because of how I will address Samantha Piper even if I just told you that my name is Samantha Piper. Well, let's just say that I am Samantha and at the same time, I'm not. This will get you annoyed and frustrated for awhile but if you reached the end, everything will make sense.

I promise.

Moving on, Samantha Piper isn't really out of anything ordinary. She lives at a pretty average house across the street where her bedroom has a good view at. Her mom works as an accountant in a pretty decent bank in this place. She's just a teenage girl who experiences ninety percent of what average teenage girl's experience.

The remaining ten percent of her life that not all average girls experience made this story. Again, we'll focus on Samantha Piper and what made her different, not just the usual stuffs, though you may encounter them every now and then.

I will now tell you about Samantha and her average bedroom with the good view of the streets. That view made it all different for Samantha. It made everything special. If her room never had that window parallel to that same street, I had no story to tell you about Trevor.