The Story of My Best Friend, Sam.

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It was the start of a new school year.

"Here we go again." I muffled to myself as I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time. I licked my finger and wiped off the mascara that I had already managed to smudge under my eye.

I haven't even made it out my bedroom door yet and I'm already looking like a hot mess. 

"Honey, please hurry up or you will be late for your first day of school!" I hear my mother yell at me from downstairs. "Again!" she adds.

"Alright, alright. I'm here now, lets go." I say as I trudge down the last few steps.

If there is one thing you need to know about our family, it's that we are always late. We don't have a very good track record for doing anything on time...

I grab an apple out of the bowl and pick up my bag from under the table (because isn't that where everyone leaves their bags??) and walk outside into the warm sun. 

I thought about waiting in the car for my mother but the day is too nice so I'm going to soak up all the sun I can get.

"Sweetie, we all know that you'll burn to a crisp in a minute, now hurry up and get in the car or we'll be late!" Typical mum, always blaming me for her being late even though I was the one outside way before her.

As we get in the car, I answer her with an eye roll and a mumbled "It's always my fault isn't it, it's never yours is it, mother." 

She snaps a glare at me and I straighten in my seat, adjusting my seatbelt as I do so. Damn it, she heard me.

School is roughly a ten minute drive from our place. I could walk but my mother is too strict and she insists on driving me. 

The car ride is silent until she tries to make conversation, which by the way, she is not very good at. 

"Is that really what you chose to wear for your first day back?" she asks me. 

I look down at what I have chosen to wear and shift in my seat suddenly feeling quite self conscious of my fashion sense.

I have elected to wear my maroon velvet skirt with a sheer black top with a simple yet adorable black bralette underneath. Surely my best friend Sam will appreciate my outfit. He loves his fashion. 

 "Why? What's wrong with my outfit? Wish you could pull it off this good?" I retaliate, causing her to smirk.

"Enjoy your first day back sweetie, I love you." She says just as we pull up in front of my high school. Naturally, we are a few minutes late but if I hurry up to the lockers, I might be able to make it to my first class on time. 

"Thanks mum, love you too. Bye." I close the car door and hear her take off behind me.

For a moment I wonder what I would do if I skipped today, where would I go? Who would I see? What could I do? 

I toy with the idea for a moment but I decide to not let poor Sammy fend for himself. I've missed him so much and I can't wait to see him and show him my cute outfit. 

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Hope you all enjoyed this little starter chapter thingy :)

more to come soon,

xx,

m.