-The Next Day-
I woke up in my bed to my alarm clock. I rolled over, stopped the alarm, and went to the bathroom for my daily routine. I took a shower, when I got out, I got dressed in a band tee and black skinny jeans. I went back in the bathroom and blow dried my hair. Suddenly, Sean was behind me and I nearly hit him in the face when he poked me.
"Don't do that!" I yelled hitting him upside his head, playfully. He sat on the counter that had all my hair products after moving them so that they were closer to me.
"I don't know why you do all this shit you don't need to. When are you dying back your hair, you haven't been the same since you did that. It's like there's this dark ominous cloud over you and I just want my sister back," Sean said softly as he gave me the can of hairspray that I was reaching for.
"You know that it's not just my hair that's changed Sean. I changed a lot and you know why. I'll probably dye it back over the weekend. I doubt it's gonna change anything, though," I replied finishing my hair and stepping out of the bathroom as Sean followed.
"You don't even need to do all this. It's December! You're gonna have to put a hat over it anyway," He whined going to the kitchen to make us breakfast as he always does.
"Can you just drop it?" I asked softly.
"Alright," He replied.
We ate breakfast together when we were done, I gave Sean a hug, grabbed my coat, and started to walk to school. Sean was right I did change, but everyone changes. I'm sixteen, it's normal for me to under go some sort of change especially with what I went through back in Colorado. I didn't even want to think about it because I'd get flashbacks and I just really want to forget it.
I got to the front door of the school and Zack was right there talking to a few of his friends with his arm around a girl. I haven't seen him in two years and I'm still not over him when he has obviously forgotten me. What if he sees me? I need to hide. I need to get over him. I ran to my locker and covered my face more with my bang while looking at the mirror I had put in there recently. I put my hoodie over my head and started to grab my books from my locker.
"Hiding a pimple, Foreman?" Alex asked standing next to me, suddenly.
"Fuck you, Alex," I laughed turning to him to see his arm around a girl with a small frame, strawberry blonde hair, and blue-green eyes.
"This is my girlfriend, Catherine," He said. I smiled genuinely and put my hand out for her to shake. I was happy for Alex.
"I'm Samantha, but I go by Sam, Sammi, or Foreman," I said kindly as we shook hands.
"Hey Zack, come sat hi to Catherine!" Alex yelled over to Zack. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get Zack to see me, but I don't think I wanted him to see me. He seemed so happy knowing that I wasn't around anymore, so why ruin it for him? Why was I even worried about this? My mother just died, Goddamit! I'm so shallow! Why can't I just mourn my mother's death instead of bitching over some guy that probably doesn't even remember my existence. Maybe I didn't want to mourn maybe I wanted Zack. Why is everything so confusing?
I grabbed my bag and headed to the library before Zack could get a step closer to me. I walked through the halls staring at my shoes following the path of the tiles. I suddenly bumped into Nick. I've pretty much known him as long as I've known Leikin, which is since kindergarten. So Nick and I were pretty close, but I guess that fact that we went to different middle schools made us part a bit, but I knew that the love was still there.
"Hey,what's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing," I mumbled starting to walk past him. He put his lanky arm out stopping me.
"You're gonna sit with me at lunch and tell me," He mumbled into my ear softly letting his arm down so I could pass.
