Boys were looking at her like she was a piece of meat, which she kind of was if you looked at it that way. The kind of boys that my mom called players that she had told me to never ever hang around them because they only want one thing from us girls….. Our fruit snacks. Boys were rubbing up on her touching her arms and legs and they were touching her hair, oh my gosh they were touching her hair and she was not yelling at them or punching them or even running away which surprised the shit out of me.All that lasted till 8th grade that’s when I got boobs and started wearing bras and make up and I put bows in my hair. The first day of school was nice and sunny like I was hoping it would be like. So I wore tan shorts that came close to my upper thigh and a hot pink tang top with lace on it and a black cardigan wit my long blond hair straightened which made it come down almost to my butt. It was a nice couple of days because Sam was not there at school; she was at cheer camp that lasted a little longer then usual. But it was nice and quiet for the 2 weeks that she wasn’t here. Sam had always got what she wanted all the boys; anything was like if she snapped her fingers it was there.
2 weeks pasted and Sam still wasn’t at school. Something was up just because she was popular she still like having good grades
Later that night…..
Ring…ring…ring…ring… “Hey you’ve reached my voice mail I will try to call you back when I get the time love you by.” Sam said into the phone okay now I know that something is up Sam, not answering the thing that she longed most in life, and there was no way that she missed my call because she’s always on her phone and I mean always.
