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I want to know what happened to give her that unique blemish on her beautiful porcelain skin. “Careful not to drool, Boss,” Sam teases beside me, and I snap my head to look at him, narrowing my eyes in a threatening way. He raises his hands in surrender, but the grin on his lips still makes me want to punch it off his stupid face. “Sorry, Boss. You’re just making it too obvious,” he adds. “About what?” I growl, puffing smoke into the cold night air “You wanting to fuck the book girl,” he explains, gesturing at the store.

Sam is the no bullshit type of girl,so she really surprises me when she just grabs her books and walks past us. That seems to have surprised Bree as well. Three days pass,the tension between Kim and I gets thicker everyday. When I'm with Bree in the hallway,in the Cafe,in class and at football practice. Her face either falls or her eyes shine with unshed tears. Every expression breaks my soul piece by piece. "Hey can we talk?" I turn and the source of the voice is Sam "Hi." I drop my hand on the desk,my pen beating the smooth board. She slides in next to me

Focusing instead on the other smaller books. Thirty minutes into it, Sam opened the book to the same monster that had almost killed him. He felt a sense of foreboding at that. He had to look around close to three times to be sure that it had not manifested itself in the library. “Ugh! I’m being paranoid,” he mumbled to himself. He squinted his gaze at the tiny words and learned a couple of things about them. No one was controlling the tree monster. It was its person, and almost extinct. He wondered if he had killed the only surviving one that was alive.

Opening it up ,I saw a lot of unread messages that had accumulated all through the night. My phone buzzed. The message read: SAMANTHA IS MISSING.WE NEED TO FIND HER! Not again! I exclaimed as fear gripped my heart.

I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't. Halfway through the story, and I'm almost in tears. Almost. I can't even draw the line between what is true and what is not true. The story so far is about a girl who is suffering from depression and anxiety, who was bullied by both her parents and siblings. But I know Sam's mother would never hurt her; I have seen the way she looks at the woman with reverence. Plus, Samantha has no siblings, so this part is definitely fiction. She talked about music a lot in her book, and I'm just putting the pieces together to remember that Sam always carried her headphones around. I will have to force her into telling me about

I turned back to my laptop and started to create a new F******k page Sam got up from her spot and leaned over my shoulder "what are you doing, who still uses F******k" "old people and people who have nothing left to do with their lives" "so why are you making a new page" "because bored, weird people can be the best people when it comes to getting a video around" Sam still looked confused

{ Where are you? { Damien's } { Coming now } I waited on the front steps of Damien's building, smoking a cigarette I'd bummed from his mom's pack despite having quit months ago at Sam's request. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. Sam arrived on her bike, face flushed from the exertion, hair falling from her ponytail. She took one look at me and knew. Not the details, but that something fundamental had shattered. "Raf?" she said, just my name, dropping her bike on the sidewalk and rushing to me.

Sam ended the call. She could not tell over the phone that Charles gave her a house that’s why she intended to go there to inform her mom. After the call, Sam took her favorite novel from the bookshelf and sat down on the sofa. She read it until she unconsciously fell asleep. It appeared that she needs to sleep more. Sam suddenly woke up due to the tone of her ringing phone. “Hello?” she answered the unfamiliar number. “Sammy, are you free this afternoon?” said Harvey on the other end of the line.

"No, you aren't fine. What's wrong? Did you throw up in the cafeteria? Did they give you some bad medicine? Maybe you have an allergic reaction." "No, it's not that. I'm..." she stops speaking and exhales loudly like she's run a marathon. "You're what? I can't speak in riddles, Sam. I can't help you if you don't let me in. Please don't keep secrets from me." "I'm pregnant," Sam says. She curls up into a little ball and cries with her head in her lap.

I smiled down at my phone and breathed a sigh of relief, I had thought she was gone again, I had thought I was with my father again, I wouldn’t have sat still anyway. Then, back to Ivana, I glanced at the wall clock. It was 6:30 in the morning. Now I wonder what she was doing. The thought of last night filled my head, this was the first time I was curious about something. ‘How would she teach me how to love?’ I climbed down my bed and walked out of my room just to see the whole house covered with smoke. “What the fuck! IVANA!”