The lonely ones

Intro

My name is Samantha, Samantha Greene. People call me Sammie, It has sorta always been my nickname, one day It just kinda happened and it stuck I guess. I live with my Dad, and older brother. My mother died when I was 8 years old. They say it was an accident, but I know it wasn't. Scratch that. My mother was Murdered when I was 8, and I saw it with my own eyes. Everyone thinks she committed suicide, little did they know it was uncle john that drowned her in the pond behind the Greene family farm. I sometimes sneak out and drive to the farm to sit and look out on to the pond. I think when I am there. What would life be like if mom was still alive? well life would be easier that's for sure, Dad wouldn't be an alcoholic and my brother Eric wouldn't be in the army. Oh yeah, also I wouldn't be a loser freak who wants to die. I have come to just accept my social status at school, there is no point in fighting it. High school girls are mean. Oh and did I mention I was 17?

I pretty much fit any loner-depressed-loser high school kid cliche. No friends, shit grades, and the social life of an empty soda can. I have never had a boyfriend, and probably never will. Now that that is out of the way, you pretty much know most things about me.

I was awoken to the sound of my alarm. 6:00 AM. Yay time for hell. I look in the mirror and sigh. I hate looking at myself, its not that im ugly, its the opposite. I look like the average girl so why does everyone hate me so much? I have long brown hair, Brown eyes, and a little bit of freckles. I take off my clothes to get in the shower, but I have to look at my body first. I look perfectly average, my stomach is pretty much flat, I have decent sized boobs, and a pretty nice ass if I do say so myself. I cant understand why no one likes me. I sigh and get into the shower.

Once I am ready for school I grab my keys and knock on my dads door. No answer. I open it to see dad passed out on the floor with an empty bottle of tequila, right on schedule. I sigh once again and pick up the bottle. Dad is top heavy for me to lit so I put a blanket over him and leave for school. When I pull up I get the occasional dirty looks which I respond my flipping the dumb bitches off. I truly don't give a shit about anyone here, they can all suck my ass.

When I walk into history I spot Blake, I avoid eye contact, not like he would even look at me anyways. Blake Jones. The only human being here who hurt me more than I hurt myself. I sit down and get settled into my seat, I glance over and see Blake making out with Sarah. ouch. I hated Sarah the most. Not just because she is dating the guy I was painfully in love with, but she bullied me the most. I have had to endure her shit since third grade. Why am I so stupid when it comes to love? I always want the ones I can't have. Stupid Sammie doing this to yourself, again. Will I ever learn? probably not.