Being Samantha Everhart (Amazingphil Fanfic)

Chapter One

I found myself wandering down a neighborhoods in The Hill. The Hill is a community of high-end neighborhoods that sat on a hill that overlooked The Camo, the opposite of The Hills. The Camo was a average neighborhood where people get the basic things, only a bit of money left over for recreational use. The only reason I had even come up to The Hill this Summer tonight was because of the stars. I remember when I was young I would look out my window and see the stars, thinking that the stars shun just a bit brighter over in The Hills. So when I turned fourteen I started spending my Friday nights in The Hills, finding quiet and secluded places. Tonight would be different though, I would be the closest I had ever been to the stars.

Climbing up the roof of a three-story house was harder than I expected. I had to climb on top of a black BMW swing onto a low balcony on the second floor and shimmy up a gutter. I laid down on the soft shingles and peered up into the skies. The stars glimmered and twinkled a bit, almost as if they were shining for me. I looked down at The Camo just below, everyone had their lights out and a few street lights could be seem illuminating the expanse of houses. Life was always glamourous up here, overlooking the basic two-story houses that were below the much larger ones. I squinted and looked at the outline of my house near the center of The Camo. It took me about an hour just to get here but it was definitely worth it. My tattered converses, dark wash skinny jeans, and zipped up gray hoodie, seemingly disguised me amongst the dark exterior of the outside.

I flattened myself against the roof, in fear someone would see me but based on the lack of lights on in house, I found it unlikely. I closed my eyes and shifted into a more comfortable position. I would remember this night for the rest of my life.

I awoke to someone shaking my shoulder roughly.

“Get off my roof!” I heard a shrill voice whisper. I immediately snapped my eyes open and scrambled to get up nearly knocking the girl off her feet. She was a blonde with hazel eyes, sculpted eyebrows, and a heart shaped face. She wore a set of pink silk pajamas and fuzzy slippers. “Why are you here?” She quietly spat. I ignored her and swung my feet over the edge

I shimmied down the gutter at amazing speed, hopped over the edge of the balcony and onto the hood the BMW.

“If it’s dented I’m calling the police!” The blonde yelled after me. I heard the backdoor slam as I dove behind a perfectly trimmed hedge,

“Samantha Everhart get off the roof now,” A stern voice rose up from the backyard. “The neighbors will see you.” I peeked from my hiding place to see Samantha stumbling down the ladder she must have used to get on the roof in the first place. Once the ladder was removed and the back door slammed, I took off running.

I made it back home at 9am, just before my dad usually woke up. I scrambled into my room through my window and flopped onto my bed exhausted.

“Maxie!” I heard a voice chirp. My mom was awake already, great. I kicked off my shoes and quickly changed into clothes I’d wear to bed.

I made it downstairs last and found my younger brother munching on his third pancake. My dad sat at the table, newspaper opened, spooning cereal into his mouth. I was handed a plate  

of pancakes by my mom.

“So have you ever heard the last name Everhart?” I nonchalantly asked to no one in particular.

“I don’t believe I’ve heard that name before.” My mom smothered some butter on her own pancakes.

“They were on the local news only a few minutes ago, someone was on their roof that morning.” Dad folded the newspaper and looked me in the eyes. “The suspect then proceeded to to jump from the roof and onto the hood of a BMW. The daughter, Samantha, conversed with the intruder” I averted my eyes away from his and shoved pancakes into my mouth.

“Maxie that reminds me, we have to go to The Hills today, I was thinking about enrolling Brock.” I nearly choked when my mom said that. I couldn’t be known as the girl whose younger brother goes to The Hills.

“How about we stop by the soccer fields, I promised Lea I’d help her practice.” I tried to distract her momentarily. Lea was my best friend, fully aware of what I did at night. From sleeping on roofs to egging house, Lea was always there.

“Maxie,” my mom set down her fork. “I am not going all the way to your school for that.” Dad placed a hand on the table sharply.

“How ‘bout I make ya a deal,” Dad had a prominent Southern accent from when he was raised in North Carolina. He always said dreamed of leaving the South and moved us to a small town in Oregon when I was only two years old. My mom, being from Ohio, wasn’t happy about the move but went along with it anyway due to the fact she was 5 months pregnant with Brock. I often like to think about what life would be like living in the South, maybe I wouldn’t be so pale and see the sun more often.

“If you go to The Hill with your mom this afternoon I’ll drive you to Lea at 4.” Dad crossed his arms over his puffed out chest and leaned back in his chair.

“Dad, what if someone sees me?” I had long since finished my breakfast and my empty plate was pushed out in front of me. “I’m from The Camo, not some BMW owning Samantha.” As soon as I said those words I knew I’d regret it. Everyones eyes snapped up and suddenly everything got silent.

“Now Maxie you remember what I said about bringing out home down.” Mom softly cooed. Dad placed a finger up in the air and gave my mom a let-me-handle-this look. Brock quickly stood up and cleared his plate into the sink.

“Thanks for the food,” Brock patted mom on the shoulder and hurried out of the room. I turned my attention back to Dad just in time to see him glare at me.

“Now tell me something Maxie,” He leaned closer to me, enough so I could smell his milky breath. “Do you want to be this, eh, Samantha girl?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Then stop talking about this Samantha and start thinking about Maxie. I don’t want anyone in my family to hate where we live. I moved y’all out her to have a better life and I hope you take this opportunity to do so.” He slammed both his fists down on the table angrily. Mom nearly dropped the plates when he did so, she was obviously uncomfortable with this whole situation.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I wasn’t thinking right.”

“Oh don’t be sorry yet,” He raised his eyebrow mischievously. “We’re taking a visit to the Everhart’s, I’m sure they’ll take you on a tour of their very fortunate life. Isn’t that exactly what you’ve wanted?”

A/N

Romance will start next chapter so be prepared. Drama and suspense will start up soon.

Until next time,

Amaka18