The Road to Somewhere

Lost

*Samantha's POV*

I look myself over in the mirror, sighing.

I really don't feel like myself today.

I'm not wearing my usual crazy heels or my sun dresses.

I've pulled out a pair of white shorts and an elephant sweater.

I don't even know why I'm wearing this sweater because it's a really hot today.

I don't feel right, something is missing.

I keep looking at myself, trying to figure out what I've forgot but when I come out with nothing, I'm confused.

Then I find myself crying, tears streaming down my face.

I wipe my face and I sit on my bed hold my bear tightly to my chest.

I've had this bear since I was a year old and it always makes me feel better.

I bring my head so it's nuzzled to the bears ear and I start to whisper.

"It's Aaron, I know it is but, he, he, he's mean to Adam, but why?"

Because he likes you.

A little voice says.

I get up from my spot, placing my bear back on my bed.

Walking over to my dresser, I pick up my brush and I start to untangle all the knots.

I put on some more make up, covering my tear stained face.

"Samantha hurry up sweetheart you'll be late." My mom calls from the bottom of the stairs.

My mom is now 2 and a half months pregnant, I'm still upset with her but I try not to show it because she is very hormonal.

"I'm coming mom!" I groan, grabbing my bag and lugging it down the stairs.

Now that I have been talking to less people I have a lot more time to study. 

And more studying means more books and a heavier backpack.

Hunchback here I come.

I drop my bag by the front door and I go to the breakfast bar to get an apple and a granola bar.

I'm starting my heavy training load this week which means that I have to be fit, eat healthy, and I can't be lazy.

"Would you like me to make you an egg and bacon mc muffin honey?" My dad asks me as he cracks an egg into a frying pan.

"No dad I can't, my new work out remember?" I say trying to jog his memory.

"Right right, wow I'm really getting up there."

"Which is why you shouldn't be having another kid." I mumble under my breath.

"What was that?" He asks in a warning tone.

I know that when he talks to me like that, he's giving me a chance to change my answer or take it back.

I don't like to play by the rules in this situation.