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Sam's POV

It's been two days since my Dad left and to be honest I've been trying my best to put up with my mum and be the best daughter I can be.

I successfully leave the house after getting an ounce over by my mum. I climb inside my old Toyota Camry and drive straight to school.

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I pull into my school's parking lot and park my car in an empty spot I found. I highlight my car and lock then recheck my timetable just to be sure.

As I head towards my locker, someone abruptly grab my backpack from the back. I smile, immediately recognizing that act exhibited by my one and only best friend Monique Thomas.

She is one of the best persons I've ever gotten to know. 5ft 10inches tall, tan skin, hazel eyes just like mine and a curly black hair that almost touches her booty. She always whines about her height cause am a feet taller than she is....but between the two of us, she's the smarter one here. In middle school, there was this chocolate bar my mum always made me and Monique loved them so she ends up swooping my backpack to get it. Here she is  swiping my backpack yet again.

"What the...." I spin around laughing. She joins too

"You thought it was a bully, didn't you?" She smiles, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Yeah, I really thought it was" I playfully shiver, playing along. We both know she is the only one who does that to me.

"Sam is scared" she sing songs

"You really are crazy bes" I just laugh and wave her off.

"Am I?" She grins

"Of course you are, stupid" I laugh

"Oh really now?" She huffs and stands in a weird posture with her two legs slightly bent and wide apart, one hand on her head and one on her jaw

"Get lost" I playfully roll my eyes

"You're the one who's gonna cry if I do you know" she says while blinking her eyes more times than usual and pointing a finger at me. I smack her head playfully. She winces and pouts at me while giving me a playful glare.

I open my locker, grab the books I need and we head to our first class 'chemistry' which starts by 9:05am.

When we arrive the class, it's already 9:03am which means Mr. Lumpster will soon be here.
Truth be told, I really hate Mr. Lumpster and I think it's quite mutual, he makes me hate chemistry but thanks to my best friend Monique I can't fail. As usual, she seats next to me.

At exactly 9:05am, Mr. Lumpster walks in. I stare at his 5ft 2inches figure and protruding tummy, he got his signature glasses on and he's annoying mustache. He has a khaki trouser and a button up white shirt on which is literally what he wears everyday like a fucking school uniform, am glad my mum didn't hear that though.
I snapped out of intense assessment when I felt a pen poke me.

"Yeah.."

"Hey, why are you looking at Mr. Lumpster like a piece of meat? Don't tell me you're into him, are you?"  She says with a brow raised higher than usual.

"Of course not, NEVER" I shape my lips trying to spell out the words. I internally groan and plug out my tongue.

"Are u sure ma'm?" She asks again with a playful grin plastered across her face.

"Yeah, like "NEVER" " I repeat using air quotes

"Alright miss, we good. I wouldn't mind if you do though" she grins widely

I throw my book at her and give her a playful glare. Mr. Lumpster notices that and heads towards us

"And what's so funny Miss. Hart?"  He asks bringing his head lower with his two hands firmly gripping my desk

"Nothing sir, she just asked for her book and it slipped my hands" I lie

"I see" he says, glaring at me.
He eventually stops, rub his hands together and introduces the topic for the day. This is the last week of learning yet here is Mr. Lumpster the worst teacher there is introducing a new topic to the class-how fantastic. I can't help but roll my eyes.

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After a few more classes, I and Monique decided to hang out.

"So, where are we headed?" I ask

"To the mall stupid" she replies with an eye roll stating the obvious

"And who are you calling stupid?"

"You, you Sam Hart, that was like the dumbest question of the week. Where do you think we're going to? To the church perhaps" she laughs

"I hate you" I reply trying not to smile

"I hate u more Sammy" she says while blowing an imaginary kiss my way.

"Yuck!!" I ball my hands into fists and playfully punch into the air.
She just laughs and starts the car.

Monique didn't come with her car today and she insisted on driving mine because she thinks am a bad driver, like c'mon am the best driver there is.

In the mall, we stroll in and out a lot of dress shops in an attempt of finding the perfect piece for homecoming but seems like today is not our day. We ended up getting hot chocolate and chips instead...

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I know, I know. It took me long enough to update a chapter and am sorry about that. I promise to update more

~~preeshious~~