His name is Sam

Chapter 4

        I'm not sure if you can tell already but im not the most popular kid in school, some would classify me as the weird girl. The weird girl who sits in the back of the class and never says anything. Even though nobody knows my name let alone my story they all think its "oh-so-fun!" to pick at and tease me. While on my way to my favorite class, art. some stupid jock and his girlfriend were walking down the hall opposite of me and decided to have a liitle fun. Me being the subject of her teasing since middle school, she knew what pissed me off the most. She shoulder checked me into the wall and as i looked up to apologize, then I saw her face. I got back into her face and screamed " WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" Almost simultaneously she just hit all of my sketchbooks and pencils out of my hands, all my precious tools spilled throughout the hall.

I looked at all my things knealt down to gather them up, I looked back at her with such hatred in my eyes. I began to put everything back in its rightful spot. And i heard a voice that so kindly said "here, let me help you with that." I looked up to see who so generously volunteered themselves to help me.

"So tall, and look at that soft skin, and that adorable hair, and my god those beautiful hazel eyes, wow..." I felt the blood pool beneath my skin at my cheeks. I replied, "oh, no its fine we have only got a few minutes left until the bell."

" I dont mind..." he said

" The name is Sam, Sam Winchester"

"Anabelle, Anabelle Keller"

"Nice to meet you Anabelle, thats a really cool name, I've never met anyone with that name"

My cheeks turned bright pink. "Oh, thank you, well i guess there's a first for everything."

He had helped me gather up all my things and stood up. He held out his hand after all my stuff was in order again. I grabbed it and I pulled my self up. I nervously shuffled through my books and papers.

"Crap, i forgot my drawing in my locker." i accidentally said outloud.

"Well i can walk back with you, my class is over that way anyway"

"Oh alright"

The bell rang as we began walking to my locker but he did'nt seem to care, honestly neither did I.

"My art teacher is awesome, I'm sure he wont mind" i thought to myself.

"So, you are a freshman right?" Sam asked

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Yup im a frog too."

I let out a small giggle.

After i retrieved my drawing, Sam walked me back to class. We made small talk along the way.

"Well it was nice to meet you Anabelle"

"Yeah, maybe next time we see each other it will be on a better note."

We said our breif goodbyes and I went to class. That whole period I could'nt stop thinking about Sam. How sweet he was, and how he went out of his way to help a stranger.