(idk how to start this story, you'll get to know the characters throughout it. im a terrible writer sooo :/)
School, what can I say? 6th grade sucks. But I'm only twelve, why should I complain? The other kids are ruthless. Did their parents not teach them any manners? I mean, I don't have any and I turned out just fine-.. Too soon..? I guess not for me but I like to think about others feelings too.. Most of the time.
Since my parents are dead, well one of them.. I live in an orphanage. No, this isn't like Annie. I don't get neglected or used. The only problem is that none of the kids get much attention. It's not like we don't- Ugh, I should just move on. This conversation about the orphanage keeps going back and forth.
Let's talk about me. That sounds a tad narcissistic, huh? Well, I think you.. The reader or whatever should learn a bit about me. My name's Samantha, orrr Sam for short. Pretty basic compared to other names but it's simple.. I like it. Sheesh I'm sounding more, and more narcissistic every word.. Anyway's, I was born in London but I live in a small town.. Somewhere in Colorado. I guess my accent never wore off as people comment on it a lot. You'd think spending half of my life in America or whatever I wouldn't have much of an accent anymore.
Either way, here I am, sitting in lunch with a notebook out. I honestly can't believe I've managed to nearly fill this thing up. For some reason I've always had a problem staying consistent with things. Maybe it has to do with how I think this is useless and a waste of time, but oh well.
Samantha's P.O.V
I closed the book and sighed looking at the strange looking lunch. I sighed and pushed it away. I'm glad it's only a week until summer... But what will I do..? Schools been keeping me from being.. entirely.. bored. I could try get a job, but im twelve..- Who in their right mind will hire an unexperienced twelve year old who gets C's and B's... I meannn, I could always mow lawns.
Epic time skip..!
I was now walking down a path, I was in the middle-class part of town. The houses were nice. I looked back forward. The more I walked I heard voices.
"Uncle~! Give it back!" I heard a girl cry out. "Not until you water the flowers out front." I heard a softer, older mans voice. The girl groaned and I heard walking. A pretty girl that was around my age walked out from a gate connected to a house with a watering can. I watched as she watered the flowers. She had blonde hair which was tied in a pony at the side of her head. I walked past her garden. "Hey!" I heard someone shout from behind me. "Huh?" I looked behind me.
There she was. "Um, hello.." I said awkwardly.
"I've never seen you around here before.." she said and then shook her head "I'm Sakura.". "Oh, I'm, uh, Samantha" I said "My friends call me Sam.". "Okay, Sam." She said "I'll talk to you later.".
And with that came an emotional rollercoaster called life.
