Next To Normal

Chapter 3

Ok. I lied. Less than a week. I might actually update this story twice today and start on another story that I havent mentioned yet. Who knows? I certainly don't.
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The next day was a lot more eventful, and not in a good way. Sandra was still pissed about not getting a part in the play. In fact, She was so furious that she wouldnt shut her mouth about it. "Its not fair!" She Shrieked. "I'm the most popular girl in school and I dont even get an extra?" No one liked it when Sandra had these, um, outburst. Especially Tim. "Why dont you just shut up?" He said in a bored tone. "Your good at make up so you could do that instead." Sandra was getting more and more upset.

Class had been started. The teacher was there. But were they doing anything about the little fight going on? Nope. Instead, they were sitting back, chillin with a bag of popcorn watching the whole thing fold out.

Sandra stood up from her desk. The class knew what was coming next. She was going to yell. "Shut up Timothy! You don't know anything!" Tim glared at her. One thing you dont ever, EVER, call  Tim is Timothy. He absolutely loathed that name. So, he stood up, and slapped Sandra hard. "Dont. Call me that. Again." He threatened. Sandra glared.

"Maybe you guys shouldn't be fighting? " Sam interrupted. Sandra directed her glare towards Sam. "Shut up, rat." She spat, "no one cares what you have to say. You're a nobody." Sam was used to this. It never effected her much. It only fuelled her anger more. "Look who is talking? You're only popular because your dating Tray. " Sam said. Some students behind Sandra agreed, mumbling about how Sandra only uses Tray. Sandra yelled at them and they were quiet. Then she returned to Sam, "You only know how to cause trouble. I'm surprised you even have friends! No. I'm more surprised that they arent dead because of you. You seem to drag death every where you go! And people die. It's all on your hands. Just like your parents. "

That was the last straw. Sam didnt want to be expelled for beat up Sandra, so she did the next best thing: she ran. She ran to the bathroom. Tears were threatening to come out. Sam wouldnt allow it. She would not be seen crying like a weak person. She wasnt weak. She ran into one of the girl bathroom on the other side of the hall. No one uses these bathrooms. They are safe she thought to herself. She hid in one of the stalls and cried.

Meanwhile, back with Sandra, she was getting all sorts of comments. "Why are you so mean?" "You're a bitch." "Do you really use Tray just for popularity? " "you're heart less!" These comments were making her stressed, until, they stopped. Tray was standing and starring at Sandra. "I cant believe you." He started. His face was red. His eyes, narrow. He was mad. Sandra panicked, "wait,wait,wait! I-I didnt! Tay Tay please!" He stopped her. "You hurt people Sandra. " he continued. "That girl that ran out? I care what she has to say. And as far as I'm concerned, we are no longer dating. "Then, he left.

Sandra was heartbroken. She was feeling so much emotions, most of all; hate. Hate towards Tray. Hate towards Tim. Hate towards Sam. She lost it. She stormed out of the class room and went looking for Sam. She knew where Sam hides so she doesnt beat up anyone. Sandra practically Ran to there. Once she got there, she found Sam. Then, blacked out.

No one knows what happened in that fight. Sandra blacked out. Sam was beat so much that she lost most of her memory. There weren't people watching. People later Ran in, including Ben and Twila, and all they say was Sandra beating Sam with a drain pipe. Sandra's friends held her back while Ben picked up Sam. He raced down the hall to the nurses office, explaining what happened. Sandra stopped struggling and looked around. "What happened? " she sounded as weak as Sam had looked. The people holding her back explained. Sandra collapsed into a big ball of crying mess.

Later that night, Sandra paced around her room. She was ashamed of what she had done. She couldn't deal with the guilt and stress. Her strategy for reducing stress was to write letters. So she wrote quick little letters. One to her parents; Dear Moma and Papa, I'm so sorry for being a horrible daughter.
One to her boyfriend, or, ex-boyfriend now; Dear Tray. I am so so sorry for being a horrible girlfriend. I love you with all of my heart. And One to Sam; Dear Sam, I'm so sorry for beating you up. I dunno what came over me. Please forgive me.

By the time she was done writing the letters, she was bawling her eyes out. Sandra needed to take her medicine that time too. She couldn't really see, but she also didnt care. Sandra took the medicine, and went to bed. But she never woke up.

The next day, Sam walked to school after 30 minutes of trying to persuade her aunt to let her go. Her Aunt was very worried that she would get lost. Sam thought otherwise. She finally reached the school and ran into Ben. Literally. "Oh, sorry!" She apologized. Ben smiled, "it's ok. How's your head?" Sam froze. Oh crap. He knows me. "Um. It's better now. I kinda lost some of my memory though" she replied sheepishly. Ben chuckled, "oh. I'm sorry about that. I guess that was a settle way of telling me you dont know me huh?" She nodded. "Ok. Well I'm Ben. Would you like me to walk you to class?" Sam nodded and they walked to class.

Class started, but the teacher didnt really do anything. So students did whatever they wanted to. Twila and Tim were arguing. Troy was listening in on that argument. Tray and the populars were talking. They subject of the day was Sandra. She didnt show up to class and no one knew why. Until the announcement came on. "ZzzzzzzzHello zzzzstudentszzzz." They scratchy voice said. "We had the miszzzzfortune ofzzz having one ofzzz our zzzzzstudentszzzzz being injured. And the otherzzzz dead. ZzzzzzSandra zzzzzSmith took too much ofzzz her medicationzzzzz. Her parentszzzz are holding a funeral and Gerald Memorial zzzz park. The following people arezzzzzzinvitedzzz. ZzzzSam. Ben. Twila. Timzzzz. Troy. Nina. Pink. Jeffzzzz. Toby. Jack. And Janezzzz. That iszzzz all."

Now all the students wer gossiping. Sandra had died. Rumors started flying. "Its a cover up story" "she took her life" "its Trays fault" "no, its Sam" "the cover up of her moving " "she went missing" "what now?" The teacher final stood up, "Sam, Tray. Please go to the principal's office " Sam tensed. She heard from rumors that she was involved with Sandra, she was the reason she had her memory loss. She had hoped that her parents didnt think it was her fault.

They entered the office, waiting anxiously for the principal to come out. Once he did, he gave them both kind smiles. "Hello Tray. Sam." They nodded. "Sandra had left these letters for you two. A little goodbye, I think" he began to hand them the letters, and once they grabbed the letters, the principal hesitated. "I want you two to be very responsible and respectful of these. It's not confirmed, but these could have been suicide notes. Thank you" he asked to leave and they left.

Tray didnt really bother with the note. Sam, on the other hand, did. She couldn't wait. She sat down on a bench and began to open the letter. "You're Sam, right?" A voice interrupted her opening the letter. She looked up to see a group of girl. The voice belong to what Sam assumed was the leader. She was a short little red head girl, with pink short overalls and a white tee. Along with mermaid print shoes. "Yes. I am. "Sam said quietly. "Well, we are friends of Sandra, and we would like to invite you and some friends of your choice to come to our beach party " Sam agreed and they went away. She the resumed opening the letter. Once she opened it, all her memories came back. She ran back to class extremely happy. I remember!

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Alright! Well, it's not as good as what I originally had but it'll do. As I said before, I'm probably going to update this book again tonight, along with my OC book on my panda account and start another book. And maybe, just maybe, update my other books on there. Sorry for all the triggering subjects in here. There is going to be more.

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