Sam's POV
I feel the front wheels of my board get stuck in a crack on the sidewalk and I know I'm going down. I feel my body quickly jerk and then slowly fall forward. I put my arms out to try and stop my fall before I hit the ground, when I feel my hands hit something hard, but not hard enough to be the ground. I gasp and quickly lean back to a normal standing position, while putting my hands back at my side. I look up to see bright blue eyes looking at me.
“I-I-...” I don't know what to say and I don't have time to think.
“I'm sorry” I look down nervously as I talk.
"It's okay, Are you alright?" he asked sweetly.
“What? Uhh. Yeah, I'm okay” I respond nervously.
He laughs a little making me slightly less nervous.
“Okay, good. You're Samantha right?”
“Yeah, but I go by Sam. And thanks for catching me”I laugh awkwardly.
“Anytime Sam, So I guess I'll see you around?”
“Yeah, Bye Devon”
He looks at me and smiles and walks the other direction.
I grab my penny board and begin my route home.
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Once I get home I try on my new dress and shoes. When I put it on it looked perfect. quickly changed into my sweatpants and neon pink cami. I walked back out of my bedroom and into the living room. I laid down on the couch and turned on American Horror Story, my favorite show. Around midnight my mom still wasn't home, it was Friday so I wasn't to surprised. I decided to to head back to my bedroom. I checked my phone one last time and set an alarm for 9:00am. Not to early not to late. The holiday dance is tomorrow so I need to wake up before noon so I have time to get ready. I plugged my phone into the charger and lied down in bed. My mind began to race we so many topics. Devon. Mom. School. Devon. Anxiety. Devon. Collage. Dad I haven't seen or heard from since I was 12 years old. Self harm. Devon. Grades. Mom. Alcohol. Stress. Devon. The dance. Drugs. Devon. Devon is my drug and my body wants more of him. What am I thinking he barley knows I exist. He could never like me and better yet I could never like him. He's to good for me and I know it. He knows it. Everyone who has ever met me knows it. So why should I get my hopes up to let them fall back down again.
He knew my name. Oh my god, he knew my name and he didn't even have to think about it.
It was just a coincidence.
He had heard of people making fun of me before. He didn't know my name because he likes me.
I can't like him. I shouldn't like him. I don't know anything about him. He could be a murderer for all I know. Why should I trust him. I have no reason to trust someone I don't know. Since my dad left I have trusted no one. Not myself, not my mom. No one. But yet I'm here dreaming about a guy I know nothing about.
I feel my eyes get heavy as I start to dose off into dream of a boy with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes.
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I woke up to my alarm clock going off. I rolled over and turned off while simultaneously sitting up and stumbling out of bed and into the kitchen.
"Good morning sweetie" I quickly turned around to see my mom standing in the hallway.
"Oh, so now you decided to come home?" I questioned sarcastically and laugh.
" Of course I did! I could never just leave you darling."she defended herself.
" Okay. Whatever you say"
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Constant
Teen Fiction"Everybody needs to have a constant in there life. And you darling, have no constant" 16 year old Samantha (Sam) Moore, just wants to be a normal teenager. As she starts her senior year of high school; she is just a shy girl, the girl that nobody...
