4. Some cliché Wattpad Story

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[Sheila's POV] Back to the present

"Eat up Sam," I say, pushing a bowl of salad towards her.

Mom and dad let us take a day off school because of the news that we were going to transfer to King's High School.

"Ughhhhhh. My stomach hurts Sheila!" Samantha complained, pushing the bowl away from her and back at me.

Sam was diagnosed with anorexia about 7 months ago and she's still recovering from it. I didn't notice until she stopped eating the McDonald's double-cheese beef burger. That was when I knew something was wrong with her. I immediately informed my parents, but while mom didn't seem to care, dad paid and sent her to a rehab.

"Sam," I said, "the reason why your stomach hurts, is because you haven't eaten yet. You need to eat otherwise the rehab would have been useless."

"UGHHH. You act like a mom Sheila-tequila," Samantha stated, groaning in the process while she angrily ate the salad I prepared for her.

"Mhmmm. This is actually good Sheila! When did you learn how to prepare salad so well?" she complimented.

"It's just salad Samantha," I said, acting like I didn't care. But deep inside, I was glowing and she knew it.

"Hey Sheila..." Samantha started.

"Yeah what's up?"

"I was just wondering....Well, you know that we're transferring school right?" She asked nervously, "I was just wondering...D-Do you still remember your promise? You know? About the not falling inlove - ever?"

Of course I remember. It practically broke my heart when I had to make that promise. But I needed to do it. She was probably keeping me from being heartbroken since no guy in school ever liked me. I honestly thought she forgot about it and I could have a fresh new start in this new private school.

But here we go Sheila....

"Yes. Why?" I replied curiously.

"I was serious you know?" She said, raising her right eyebrow, "I already felt like I lost you before because of Liam. And...I don't want to lose you because a guy wants you. It may sound selfish right now, but it's only because I love you Sheila."

I honestly didn't understand that.

If she loved me, wouldn't she want me to be happy?

But Samantha has a different way of showing that she cares. I mean, she doesn't get enough attention from mom and dad, so it's quite understandable about where she's coming from.

But this was the reason why her relationships always broke off. It was either she was too clingy, or she didn't cling on enough.

"Don't worry Sam," I replied, but my smile didn't reach my eyes, "I haven't forgotten about it."

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"Hey Sheila! How was your day off?" My 'friend' asked me from the phone.

"It was okay Nini," I replied, trying to sound interested, but obviously failing.

"Oh well, do you wanna know about my day?" She asked, sounding hopeful.

Let me tell you a little bit about Nicole (Nini for short). We met two months ago when she moved for her first semester. I wouldn't say that we immediately 'clicked', but she didn't seem as snobby as everyone else. Trust me, I can name a few people who came later than I did yet became much more popular than me. Anyway, we got paired up for a project in our Math class. We basically had to create a presentation about how we use graphs in everyday life and how it was related to other subjects.

The only other subject I could think of was Chemistry, but it turns out that Nini was quite nerdy and LOVED Math, so she was able to connect graphs with English, Geography and somehow P.E.

She can be annoying sometimes, especially when she talks about Science. No kidding, she practically GLOWS when she talks about the metric system. Why she likes that, I don't know.

But she's the only friend that I have in school so maybe she's not that bad.

Yah that's all I got about her.

"Uh sure."

"Ok. Well so my little brother Kyle - wait, do you know Kyle? Nevermind, that was stupid, of course you know Kyle! I talk about him all the time. Now where was I? Oh yeah. Kyle got like a 100 in his revision quiz in French and so my parents bought him ice cream. So I was obviously jealous because I mean, who wouldn't want ice cream? So I was like, "Hey mom and dad, I got 98 on my Chemistry test!" Like 98! And it wasn't on some REVISION QUIZ Sheila! It was the actual test! So guess what they say? Oh I'll tell you what they said. They were like, "Nini, you didn't get a perfect score. At least Kyle got 100 on the revision quiz. I'm sorry, but you won't get ice cream." And now I'm here reading some cliché Wattpad story ( 😉 ) and talking to you."

"Sheila? Did you even listen to what I said?" Nini asks annoyed.

"Hmm? Oh yeah! God that sounds horrible Nini," I replied with my fake enthusiasm.

"Exactly! So I'm like really annoyed right now and I don't know what to do because I don't wanna argue back but I also wanna eat ice cream. Hey! Why don't we eat ice cream together!" she suggested and I could feel her smile from across the phone.

I really don't want to go out. I hate hanging out. I don't understand how people enjoy just going out to some place to eat, chat, then go home.

Like for goodness sake, the house is better! We have a sofa, a tv and a kitchen.

Food! We love food.

"Ummmm. Look Nini, I'm kinda busy today. You see...Um Sam...YES! Sam...she, uh, needs to...buy...YES. Uh buy...uh, s-s-SOAP!" I exclaimed, mentally high five-ing myself for coming up with such a brilliant excuse.

"Sheila, you do realize you're like my only friend ever since I came here right? I can tell you're lying," she stated.

"Ughhh," I sighed, "Fine. I'll come and get ice cream with you."

"YASSSS!" She screamed, making me want to rip my ears off.

So I guess I'm eating ice cream for dinner.


bRUH!!! This is so freakin surreal! Ok so it might not seem like so much but I just hit 112 reads and im rejoicing in my head.

AHHHHHHH WTAF AHHHHHH AHHHHH

ok im done

No im not

AHHHHHHHHH

Oh and also, I didn't proofread this yet (like always); so there will be a lot of unnecessary words or spellings here. Oki

*insert minion clip*

And i also need help in choosing the title for this chapter UGH

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