Chapter 4

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I immediately shot up from my chair and ran over to her.

I ran my thumb over her bruise.

"What happened?!" I exclaimed.

"I ran into a tree."

Interesting tree, I thought.

"Lets get some ice on that." I said leading her into the kitchen.

I put 4 ice cubes into a bag and handed it to Sam.

"Thanks." she said kindly.

I don't like the fact that my daughter has a bruise on her face, the first thing that came to mind was 'fight.'

Could it be true? could Sam have gotten into a fight?

Well I was gonna find out. Tomorrow, after school I'll surprise Sam by picking her up from school.

And if she's in another fight I'll see it.

-Sam's POV -

"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECCCCKKKIIING BALLLLL!" my alarm clock blurted out.

I immediately hit 'off.'

I climbed out of bed and brushed my long brown hair.

I slipped on my green ripped skinny jeans, and a Three Days Grace concert t-shirt on.

I pulled on my green and black converses and pulled my hair up into a high pony tail.

I skipped down the stairs. "Morning dad." I said sitting down at the table with a bowl of cerial.

"Morning Sam. Ready for school?" he asked.

"Yeah." I mumbled with a mouthful of lucky charms.

He slightly laughed.

"You woke up late." he said.

I was confused "What?"

"It's 8:30. School starts in 10 minutes."

I sprinted out the door shouting "SEE YOU LATER!!"

When I got there I walked through the field passing people.

It was strange, every person I passed seemed to be laughing at me.

I ignored it and walked into the school.

The first thing that caught my eye was a sheet of paper taped to EVERYONE'S locker.

I walked to mine and snatched the paper.

It was a school news paper article entitled "School S!ut?"

I gasped and read on.

"Yesterday evening I happen to be walking by the store when I heard somebody say "Wanna have a good time? 5$ only." I was shocked, so I walked closer. I covered my mouth when I realized the person who said such a thing was Samantha Lesen. The man past her clearly ignoring her and then another man walked out of the store. She quickly ran up to him and repeated "Wanna have a good time? $5 only." The man again ignored her. This must stop. Samantha, shame on you. Written by Miranda Felcer." at the bottom there was a picture of a girl in a extremely small belly shirt and short shorts on with heels, and somebody had made it look like my face was on that body.

I didn't realize I was crying until a year fell onto my sheet.

I threw the sheet in my locker.

Anger rose up in me an I stormed up to Miranda.

"Oh look it's the school sl-" I cut her off with my fist hardly slamming into her check.

She fake fell to the ground and held her check letting fake tears fall.

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