Sam's POV
Shit. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit! I thought as I ran towards the gym. I had forgotten about my flash drive! Okay, rally a flash drive? That's the reason for me being late for my class???!!! But it's this little flash drive that has my final grade on it. If I don't have it, I'm fucking screwed!!! I raced towards the back, and ran towards the track/football field. Damned sport, why the hell do people like it so much? Just guys runnign up and down grass. I cut through the field praying that the coach doesn't see. Alright, just climb the fence and run straight towards class. Don't stop to show your face. I told myself. I climbed the fence quickly, then sprinted my way to class. I slowed down my pace, took out my essay and walked in to class, looking as if I was just going over.
"Thank you for joining us, Miss Napoli." said Mr. Craig.
"I'm sorry,"I said giving him an apologetic smile. "I was printing out the report in the library. It won't happen again." I handed him my report, and took my seat.
"Alright."he said, "Now today will be a free day, considering the lab report is due today. Anyone who uses the computer to edit, will lose 1/2 pt per edit. Ms. Works-" the computer advisor, "will keep me tallied on whoever does."
"But what about Sam!"whined Sarah, who was the second smartest student at this school. I'm the first. "She could've fixed an error!"
"That isn't possible. She gets 100% every time. I'm sure she did not edit anything today."
"Stupid bitch!"she sneered at me.
"Oh! Sam, where is your flashdrive?" Mr Craig said.
"Oh! It's right-"shit. Where is it? I began to panic. "Hold on, I think it's at the bottom of my bag."I said forcing a smile.
"Alright." He waited. I started to empty my stuff onto the desk. Oh. My. God. I'm. Dead. I sighed.
"I lost it."I said finally. "I'm sorry." Mr. Craig bit the top of his pen, an annoying habit of his.
"Yes, well. This can't be helped. I'm deducting 25 pts. If, you have it by next Thursday. I'll grade it as it is, then go back and add in your points. I think that's reasonable." Whew. Thank God!
"Thank you Mr. Craig," I said, putting everything back in my bag. Now, time to find that piece of plastic thats going to save my sorry ass. Throughout class, I checked my homework assignments, making sure I did them all 100% correctly. Damn, I'm such a egghead. By the time class end I had checked everything. Now, it's time for my next class. Gym. I sighed, and slung my messenger bag over my head, and walked out of class.
I started walking at a reasonable pace going over formulas in my head. Then a thought occurred, what if I dropped in on the field when i was cutting through?! I quickened my pace, and soon I was sprinting down the halls and into the gymnasium. I have to find my-oof! Dammit! I ran into a girl aga-
"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're running! Geeze, you're not even late one bit!" Ouh...his voice...wait! That's not a girl! When did guys become so weak these days? Aren't guys in Senior grade supposed to have, I don't know, a 6-pack?
"Troy, chill. She didn't mean it. But the fact that you landed on your butt! I think you need to start lifting weight again!" Joked, another familiar voice. I tilted my head sideways, and got a better look at them. Huh? Who are they? Are they new? I think...I've seen them before...somewhere...OH! The second voice was the girl, uh..I mean guy, that I ran into earlier! Geeze, what are the odds...
"What!? No I don't! I was just thrown off my guard! Don't say stupid things, stupid!"
"Hey! I am much smarter than you are!"
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Deciphering Sam
Teen FictionA normal high school, adoption, love romance. Sam Napoli is her name, as it should be if her mother were still alive. She has been into seven foster homes and is currently in one. She faces a football/basketball jock along with her neighbor who has...
