I wish that my mother was here that stupid drunk driver had never been born it was my fault that she died that she is now six feet under the ground . I remember that night like it was yesterday I had snuck out with my vrienden to go to this party down town . Things got out control I called my mom from the side of the road for my mother to come get me one of the guys from the party zoomed down the road and hit my mother head on . I saw it I was right out side the car I saw the red hot metal cut into my mother flesh ending her life with one feel-swoop like the cut of a blade. The ones who should have gotten hurt walk away with out a scratch while my mom the one who love me and cared for me lay in the heap of twist and mater metal her blood decorating the scene. Her eyes that had always gave me strength now had none for herself . I ran to her and took her bloody hand in mine her eyes made there way to me her blue the ones she had gave me life the life of the women who when her mom died zei carry on zei she had life now she will see heaven see god . Those eyes looked at me lost and alone she took her last breath I held her hand she took her last intake of breath. She whispered “ I love u Samantha” “ Mom please don’t leave me” I shrieked “ I never will I will always be with you” with her eyes went blanked and she was gone like wind u couldn’t hold on to her she always wished to be free now she was from me . “MOM , MOM NO u CAN’T GO NO, NO , NOO !” I screamed to sky . I could no longer hold her in my arms of laugh with her of see her smile of know what she saw in life . Jesus take care of her of my mom let her be free.
I open my eyes as me and my dad a middle age with dark chocolate color hair with white streaks that showed his age and wisdom . The dark circles under his eyes he hasn’t slept in weeks he miss mom just like I did. He always wore one of those two piece suits all business and no play makes daddy a boring boy . After moms death dad thought we should verplaats so he being the owner of this business called hexes corp. moved the main head cores to this town on the outside of New York he got us this big house . Which is stupid when it will only be the two of us. We really haven’t talk since moms death mom was like the glue she kept us together with her gone we were falling apart. I know we wouldn’t make it but I have too try right that’s what mom would have tried I know that , I know that.
Dad pulled us into this drive way it was a house not a home pagina just a house . u know that saying home pagina is were the hart-, hart is will my hart-, hart was three hundred miles away back in Montana in that small two story house the color of red with white trim with white luik, sluitertijd downs the inpakken, wrap around porch with the rocking chair that me and my mom use to spend uur talking on. The open flied where the horses ran free where I would go down to the pond and skip stones. This house was cold it was made out of old wood maybe pine of oak with those craving into the side it looked like a old mansion “home sweet home pagina Samantha” “ the name is Sam , John .” I yelled stomping up the walkway into the cold unfeeling house. Dad has told me I had change after moms death and I had in the few short months I had change from being this happy child that wore dresses now I had cut my night dark brown hair and dressed different then ever training my girly dress for jeans and cages.
This house had this furniture that looked like it belonged in 1920 not in 2010 all of he furniture had this goud brownish tent. The room it was in was huge there was not one thing that looked like it was for a normal human. From the sky a huge chandler hung made of old glass and crystal with goud mixes in ,On the other of the room was a grand stair case the railing made out of goud tent wood . I walk up this two grand of stair that belong in a movie not here. Dad told me my house on the other ended of the hall. I open the door the room had a uithangbord full of all my muziek and boeken and films the walls were paint this dark color of purple the uithangbord that faces out had a balcony with purple drape in front of the doors to the balcony. There is dark wood floor in the middle was the bed it was build into the floor it was covered with black and purple. One uithangbord was cover with band poster that went from the top, boven from the bottom.
I put my stuff on the floor then went down to see my dad looking over work papers he is ghost of a man without mom he was nothing of that is what it looked like to me . “I’m ordering pizza John u want some” “sure” he zei not looking up. That the last talk we had all night .
That the first night I had these dreams it was a dark cold forest this girl running from someone I could not see her she wore heave midnight black cape a kap pulled up over her head she flew though the boom as if it were her life on the line there was howls of dogs no wolves white like wolk on legs but there eyes were as dark as night like they would take u in if u looked at them to long with them was these white men jumping from boom to boom all I could she was there faces there hair was white as the face of death there eyes were yellow like the sun black was cover over them my eyes went back to the girl she fell to the ground her cape being pulled off herby a boom revealing a crimson red dress looked medieval with a goud chain raped around her waist with a rube gem buckle with a goud halsketting, ketting then her face she looked like me her bight blue eye that looked like the color of the sea her hair with every shade of brown she wore a crown that looked like it was goud twig twine together the fear in her eyes was huge she pulled her self up and ran she cleared the forest and was on this plain
then I open my eyes the dawn came though the window hitting my face I crawled out of the bed and made my way to the closet and donned my shredded jeans putting chains and black long shelve then my leather vest and last black leather boots. Me thinking that make up was a waste of time I grabbed my black side bag I marched down the stairs and out to my car a black mustang with purple race stripes.
My new school was in the middle of town it was a huge two story it was made out of three buildings all spaced out over the land . The world was stupid. I had to pull myself out my car trying to think of a reason to stay in the car to stay in her little bubble of her old world not to enter the new horrid one, but she went unwilling. The office was like every other one it was painted in this off green the bureau cut the space in haft the women behind the bureau was blond she wore this silly roze dress with a goud riem raped around her middle with a white sweater her make up was way to heave she looked meer like a clown not a women .she looked at me with a smile that was about to make her face spleet, split in haft that would be funny . “hi u must be the new girl Sam right the daughter of John Smart the owner of hexes corp.”
“yes that is me I just need my schedule”
“oh of course let me get that”
She shoved thought piles of papers she was a Barbie with the same brain amount . She pulled it at the bottom with smile left me. My schedule was-
English - Mrs. Huey - 203 - building 2
Physics - Mr. Cheyenne - 136 - building 1
Algebra 2 - Mrs. Christian - 236 - building 2
Social Studies- Mr. Fisher - 145 - building 1
Lunch (may leave grounds)
Free Period
Myths and Legends - Mr. Potter - 385 - building 3
Art : Free Life - Mrs. Stewart - top, boven of bibliotheek
Huh Myths and Legends what in the world is that I have never even heard of this class why would have a class like that . Whatever !!! I can tell I going to hate this place I know it. As I walk the office doors the parking lot had begun to fill. I followed the crowd into the halls of the school the halls were white with the every now and then poster telling u about such and such test of this of that club of about this game. I made my way to 203 for the love of all English . The room had been painted the walls were red with this black branch like thing going around the room with word on the end of them like they were the leaves thing like “ to be of not be that is the question” “never kill a mocking bird” and” I have not come to praise caser but to kill caser for the good men do often is buried with bones but evil live on after” . Even titles like “ The Scarlet Letter” “ The Cat on The Tin Roof” “Frankenstein” and “Pride and Prejudice”. There wasn’t any bureau but a cirkel divan, bank around the three walls in front of the class. Was a big wooden bureau with paper all over it with Christmas light net draped in front of the bureau in the colors of red, pink, white, and black. Behind it in a red rolling chair sat what must be Mrs. Huey she had straight brown hair and hazel green eyes she was wearing a black long shelve t-shirt on top, boven she wore a rolling stone concert overhemd, shirt with there logo a pair of lips and teeth with a tongue sticking out. Then a pair of jeans with holes faded and a pair of neon red converse and black string.
“Hello u must be Samantha”
“ I go door Sam”
“Ok Sam it is u can call me Jess of Jessica .I know it odd to call a teacher door there first name, but I’m meer of a easy going women so u can talk to me about anything ,anything at all.”
“Cool”
“So just take a zitplaats, stoel anywhere”
I went over to one of the arm rest side far end of the room lean on it with my back throwing door bag off to the end of couch. The class came running to the room a girl with long black hair in red checker pants with Queens overhemd, shirt black high heels head phones in her ear way to load. She put down a green side bag with Queens, Rolling Stones, Journey, and roze patches covering the front put over all of it was the Unrated in big black and red outlined.
“What of who is Unrated?”
“That is my band we are Unrated because no one can handle it.”
“ I bet I can”
“Ha you’re my kind of gal, what is your name?”
“Sam , Sam Smart .You?”
“Scotty Van”
“Cool name”
“Thanks I like it always have.”
At that time Jess .a.k.a. Mrs. Huey stood up and everyone stop and look at her .
“Ok class we have got a new mate here her name is Sam so everyone try to say hi ok now yesterday we were talking about Shakespeare”
The rest of the two period flew door and I was heading out to the car when Scotty came running after me. She grabbed me door the arm and pulled me to a stop .
“Ha do u want come eat with us”
“Sure” I answered “but I need to take my car how about u jump in, and give me the directions to were ever we are going to eat”
“ok” Scotty zei skipping her way to my passenger door I pulled out my keys out of my bag hitting the button unlocking the doors Scotty jumping in turning the radio up so loud that the car started to shake rolling my eyes hopping into the car readjusting the volume so it would not cause us hearing lose at a later age. Then Scotty yelled the directions at me “ pull out and go for two miles then take ½ miles then there will be a place with Slaven written above it u can’t miss it” then continued to bang her head to rhyme of the band mumbling the words under her breath. I zoomed down the road taking the turn with speed before I knew it we were at Slaven the words were done in this off blue like the night then I saw her face the women from my dream the night before shaking my head getting that stupid dream out of my head. The pannle was this strong yellow out line in red just like the doors the inside was even meer shocking then the out one uithangbord painted the same strong yellow but it had old recorded from bands like the Runaways, Queen, Rolling Stones. Kiss, and ACDC. They were broking up door paintings of things they had wings like angel but they were blue there skin was blue dragon scales and tail like they were about to grab something. It was scary!!
Scotty grabbed my arm and pulled me to the counter “ Ha mom” Scotty yelled “ Hello baby doll ,who is this?” “ This is Sam , she just moved here.” her mom moved over to me a smile over her face she had light brown hair it had a lot of volume it almost bounced she had this creamy skin she was wearing a blank pencil rok with this dark blue top, boven her eyes were kind green eyes she wore light make up.
“Hello Sam, I’m Sara Mary Jones Scotty mom Its nice to meet you.”
“nice to meet u too. This is a cool place”
“thank u what do u guys want?” pick up a pad of paper .
Scotty butted in “ we need eight Slaven here burger one with no mayo and tons of ketchup with slice onions and tomatoes , one with all the cheese u can put on it of all kinds ,one with tons of mayo no ketchup and lettuce, one rare like it will verplaats if u do something to it , one with spek and chicken on top, boven with ketchup, one with pork on top, one with that green stuff gugo ,
Then mine with two piece of cheese ,lettuce , ketchup and mayo .”
“what do u want Sam ?”
“ I’ll take a regular”
“Ok coming right up.”
Then there was this group that came into the restrant one of them had blond hair it was cut short spiked up his tip were blood red his eyes were blood shoot he was wearing holely jeans almost in shreds with guns and roses t-shirt. Another guy had a golden-white hair somehow he had white skin too his eyes were brown so off from the rest of his skinny boy. The third had auburn brown hair long down to his chin black streaks in it with eyes of blue. The volgende guy had dyed dark blue hair and dark blue eyes dark tan skin he was wearing all blue head to toe . The fifth man had chocolate brown hair like my father his eyes were green. The last boy no man he midnight black hair u know the kind of hair u only see in movie of read about in boeken of see in glossy magazine it went down to meet the end of his neck it even look smooth I wanted to reach out and touch it so bad handsome men look like when they become older it look like if u ran your hand across the edge of his face it would be smooth his eyes sapphire they glowed in the light his skin was tan like he must spend a lot of time in the sun.
“there u are guys I swear u guys will be late for your own wedding and funeral.” Scotty yelled at the group she was crazy . The man with sapphire eyes came up to her giving her a hug “ sorry sis matt here wouldn’t stop flirting with this girl it was really sad like come on who would flirt with a girl when they don’t even know their name”
I open my eyes as me and my dad a middle age with dark chocolate color hair with white streaks that showed his age and wisdom . The dark circles under his eyes he hasn’t slept in weeks he miss mom just like I did. He always wore one of those two piece suits all business and no play makes daddy a boring boy . After moms death dad thought we should verplaats so he being the owner of this business called hexes corp. moved the main head cores to this town on the outside of New York he got us this big house . Which is stupid when it will only be the two of us. We really haven’t talk since moms death mom was like the glue she kept us together with her gone we were falling apart. I know we wouldn’t make it but I have too try right that’s what mom would have tried I know that , I know that.
Dad pulled us into this drive way it was a house not a home pagina just a house . u know that saying home pagina is were the hart-, hart is will my hart-, hart was three hundred miles away back in Montana in that small two story house the color of red with white trim with white luik, sluitertijd downs the inpakken, wrap around porch with the rocking chair that me and my mom use to spend uur talking on. The open flied where the horses ran free where I would go down to the pond and skip stones. This house was cold it was made out of old wood maybe pine of oak with those craving into the side it looked like a old mansion “home sweet home pagina Samantha” “ the name is Sam , John .” I yelled stomping up the walkway into the cold unfeeling house. Dad has told me I had change after moms death and I had in the few short months I had change from being this happy child that wore dresses now I had cut my night dark brown hair and dressed different then ever training my girly dress for jeans and cages.
This house had this furniture that looked like it belonged in 1920 not in 2010 all of he furniture had this goud brownish tent. The room it was in was huge there was not one thing that looked like it was for a normal human. From the sky a huge chandler hung made of old glass and crystal with goud mixes in ,On the other of the room was a grand stair case the railing made out of goud tent wood . I walk up this two grand of stair that belong in a movie not here. Dad told me my house on the other ended of the hall. I open the door the room had a uithangbord full of all my muziek and boeken and films the walls were paint this dark color of purple the uithangbord that faces out had a balcony with purple drape in front of the doors to the balcony. There is dark wood floor in the middle was the bed it was build into the floor it was covered with black and purple. One uithangbord was cover with band poster that went from the top, boven from the bottom.
I put my stuff on the floor then went down to see my dad looking over work papers he is ghost of a man without mom he was nothing of that is what it looked like to me . “I’m ordering pizza John u want some” “sure” he zei not looking up. That the last talk we had all night .
That the first night I had these dreams it was a dark cold forest this girl running from someone I could not see her she wore heave midnight black cape a kap pulled up over her head she flew though the boom as if it were her life on the line there was howls of dogs no wolves white like wolk on legs but there eyes were as dark as night like they would take u in if u looked at them to long with them was these white men jumping from boom to boom all I could she was there faces there hair was white as the face of death there eyes were yellow like the sun black was cover over them my eyes went back to the girl she fell to the ground her cape being pulled off herby a boom revealing a crimson red dress looked medieval with a goud chain raped around her waist with a rube gem buckle with a goud halsketting, ketting then her face she looked like me her bight blue eye that looked like the color of the sea her hair with every shade of brown she wore a crown that looked like it was goud twig twine together the fear in her eyes was huge she pulled her self up and ran she cleared the forest and was on this plain
then I open my eyes the dawn came though the window hitting my face I crawled out of the bed and made my way to the closet and donned my shredded jeans putting chains and black long shelve then my leather vest and last black leather boots. Me thinking that make up was a waste of time I grabbed my black side bag I marched down the stairs and out to my car a black mustang with purple race stripes.
My new school was in the middle of town it was a huge two story it was made out of three buildings all spaced out over the land . The world was stupid. I had to pull myself out my car trying to think of a reason to stay in the car to stay in her little bubble of her old world not to enter the new horrid one, but she went unwilling. The office was like every other one it was painted in this off green the bureau cut the space in haft the women behind the bureau was blond she wore this silly roze dress with a goud riem raped around her middle with a white sweater her make up was way to heave she looked meer like a clown not a women .she looked at me with a smile that was about to make her face spleet, split in haft that would be funny . “hi u must be the new girl Sam right the daughter of John Smart the owner of hexes corp.”
“yes that is me I just need my schedule”
“oh of course let me get that”
She shoved thought piles of papers she was a Barbie with the same brain amount . She pulled it at the bottom with smile left me. My schedule was-
English - Mrs. Huey - 203 - building 2
Physics - Mr. Cheyenne - 136 - building 1
Algebra 2 - Mrs. Christian - 236 - building 2
Social Studies- Mr. Fisher - 145 - building 1
Lunch (may leave grounds)
Free Period
Myths and Legends - Mr. Potter - 385 - building 3
Art : Free Life - Mrs. Stewart - top, boven of bibliotheek
Huh Myths and Legends what in the world is that I have never even heard of this class why would have a class like that . Whatever !!! I can tell I going to hate this place I know it. As I walk the office doors the parking lot had begun to fill. I followed the crowd into the halls of the school the halls were white with the every now and then poster telling u about such and such test of this of that club of about this game. I made my way to 203 for the love of all English . The room had been painted the walls were red with this black branch like thing going around the room with word on the end of them like they were the leaves thing like “ to be of not be that is the question” “never kill a mocking bird” and” I have not come to praise caser but to kill caser for the good men do often is buried with bones but evil live on after” . Even titles like “ The Scarlet Letter” “ The Cat on The Tin Roof” “Frankenstein” and “Pride and Prejudice”. There wasn’t any bureau but a cirkel divan, bank around the three walls in front of the class. Was a big wooden bureau with paper all over it with Christmas light net draped in front of the bureau in the colors of red, pink, white, and black. Behind it in a red rolling chair sat what must be Mrs. Huey she had straight brown hair and hazel green eyes she was wearing a black long shelve t-shirt on top, boven she wore a rolling stone concert overhemd, shirt with there logo a pair of lips and teeth with a tongue sticking out. Then a pair of jeans with holes faded and a pair of neon red converse and black string.
“Hello u must be Samantha”
“ I go door Sam”
“Ok Sam it is u can call me Jess of Jessica .I know it odd to call a teacher door there first name, but I’m meer of a easy going women so u can talk to me about anything ,anything at all.”
“Cool”
“So just take a zitplaats, stoel anywhere”
I went over to one of the arm rest side far end of the room lean on it with my back throwing door bag off to the end of couch. The class came running to the room a girl with long black hair in red checker pants with Queens overhemd, shirt black high heels head phones in her ear way to load. She put down a green side bag with Queens, Rolling Stones, Journey, and roze patches covering the front put over all of it was the Unrated in big black and red outlined.
“What of who is Unrated?”
“That is my band we are Unrated because no one can handle it.”
“ I bet I can”
“Ha you’re my kind of gal, what is your name?”
“Sam , Sam Smart .You?”
“Scotty Van”
“Cool name”
“Thanks I like it always have.”
At that time Jess .a.k.a. Mrs. Huey stood up and everyone stop and look at her .
“Ok class we have got a new mate here her name is Sam so everyone try to say hi ok now yesterday we were talking about Shakespeare”
The rest of the two period flew door and I was heading out to the car when Scotty came running after me. She grabbed me door the arm and pulled me to a stop .
“Ha do u want come eat with us”
“Sure” I answered “but I need to take my car how about u jump in, and give me the directions to were ever we are going to eat”
“ok” Scotty zei skipping her way to my passenger door I pulled out my keys out of my bag hitting the button unlocking the doors Scotty jumping in turning the radio up so loud that the car started to shake rolling my eyes hopping into the car readjusting the volume so it would not cause us hearing lose at a later age. Then Scotty yelled the directions at me “ pull out and go for two miles then take ½ miles then there will be a place with Slaven written above it u can’t miss it” then continued to bang her head to rhyme of the band mumbling the words under her breath. I zoomed down the road taking the turn with speed before I knew it we were at Slaven the words were done in this off blue like the night then I saw her face the women from my dream the night before shaking my head getting that stupid dream out of my head. The pannle was this strong yellow out line in red just like the doors the inside was even meer shocking then the out one uithangbord painted the same strong yellow but it had old recorded from bands like the Runaways, Queen, Rolling Stones. Kiss, and ACDC. They were broking up door paintings of things they had wings like angel but they were blue there skin was blue dragon scales and tail like they were about to grab something. It was scary!!
Scotty grabbed my arm and pulled me to the counter “ Ha mom” Scotty yelled “ Hello baby doll ,who is this?” “ This is Sam , she just moved here.” her mom moved over to me a smile over her face she had light brown hair it had a lot of volume it almost bounced she had this creamy skin she was wearing a blank pencil rok with this dark blue top, boven her eyes were kind green eyes she wore light make up.
“Hello Sam, I’m Sara Mary Jones Scotty mom Its nice to meet you.”
“nice to meet u too. This is a cool place”
“thank u what do u guys want?” pick up a pad of paper .
Scotty butted in “ we need eight Slaven here burger one with no mayo and tons of ketchup with slice onions and tomatoes , one with all the cheese u can put on it of all kinds ,one with tons of mayo no ketchup and lettuce, one rare like it will verplaats if u do something to it , one with spek and chicken on top, boven with ketchup, one with pork on top, one with that green stuff gugo ,
Then mine with two piece of cheese ,lettuce , ketchup and mayo .”
“what do u want Sam ?”
“ I’ll take a regular”
“Ok coming right up.”
Then there was this group that came into the restrant one of them had blond hair it was cut short spiked up his tip were blood red his eyes were blood shoot he was wearing holely jeans almost in shreds with guns and roses t-shirt. Another guy had a golden-white hair somehow he had white skin too his eyes were brown so off from the rest of his skinny boy. The third had auburn brown hair long down to his chin black streaks in it with eyes of blue. The volgende guy had dyed dark blue hair and dark blue eyes dark tan skin he was wearing all blue head to toe . The fifth man had chocolate brown hair like my father his eyes were green. The last boy no man he midnight black hair u know the kind of hair u only see in movie of read about in boeken of see in glossy magazine it went down to meet the end of his neck it even look smooth I wanted to reach out and touch it so bad handsome men look like when they become older it look like if u ran your hand across the edge of his face it would be smooth his eyes sapphire they glowed in the light his skin was tan like he must spend a lot of time in the sun.
“there u are guys I swear u guys will be late for your own wedding and funeral.” Scotty yelled at the group she was crazy . The man with sapphire eyes came up to her giving her a hug “ sorry sis matt here wouldn’t stop flirting with this girl it was really sad like come on who would flirt with a girl when they don’t even know their name”
