Totally Not Happening! (Original Story)

During summer break my mom and dad decided to split up, but in the end my mom just wanted a younger man. My dad finally moved on five months later and got married, but I didn’t stop the wedding because it was “God’s Will” to let it happen. Now I’m going to be living in Georgia and going to California at least twice a month. On top of that, I’m going to Justice High School and I dread going there. I wish I had a one-way ticket back to California because I don’t want to be stuck in the Country.

“Honey, you will love it here,” my dad said to me and his tone wasn’t very comforting.

Sure I will. “I can’t wait to see the house, my room, and my new family members.” That may have been a lie. I am so sorry God, but sometimes lying is a girl’s best friend.

“You sure sound happy,” my dad said with a big old smile on his face.

“I am.” Lie.

“You’re going to love the school since a lot of people graduate there with a 3.0 GPA.”

So? I could pass any school with good grades, but I will only do it in Cali. “That’s so great dad. I can’t wait to start learning,” I lied.

Dear Ask Miss California,

I am so sorry to inform you of my whereabouts as I leave the shining city of Los Angeles for the stinking city of Kirkland in Georgia…the state of country folks. I bet they could use some help with designer clothes and stores. Seriously…It smells in Georgia. I bet the people here wear jeans and plaid all the time. Maybe a straw hat or two?

Anyways…I’m sorry for me leaving but remember me always.

Love,

Former Ask Miss California

When the school day started I arrived to a lot of unhappy faces and a lot of slurs from people who I never even met. Why does everything bad happen to me? Could I at least have a day with meeting new friends and shopping? I found my English class and it was AP. After English was Journalism…a class I didn’t even sign up for.

The teacher Mrs. Snider greeted me and introduced me to the staff, “Nice to meet you Sammy, I am Mrs. Snider. It is a pleasure to have you on my team, but you will be learning all of your skills from my sidekick, the editor James Sullivan.”

I turned my attention to who she was pointing at, “Nice to meet you James, I am Sammy.” I extended my hand for him to shake but he ignored it. Arrogant jerk!

“You expect me to work with her? I refuse to even offer my assistance to her!” He exclaimed. Cold hearted much?

“He really cares for this paper because Ivy League schools are watching it. He makes sure no one new messes the quality of the paper,” Mrs. Snider said to me.

“I can see that,” I replied and I took a seat at a desk. A few minutes later James is standing right behind me. Does he know I can see his shadow?

“You will need to earn my respect by writing a few articles or columns for the paper. Yes, I did read your “little” advice column and it was quite entertaining so I decided you should write about misjudgment on people and things,” he said and he smirked.

I turned and faced him, “It wasn’t little just so you know, and by the way, your tactics on hurting people’s egos are horrible. Write your own material?”

“Funny aren’t we?” He asked in reply. I’m sure God wouldn’t mind me beating the tar out of him. Arrogant jerk!

“Just give me the details and I’ll work on it,” I said.

“Why aren’t you fighting back now?” Why do boys always think they are the chizz?

“Because I’m mature,” I said with a smile.

He got closer to me, “Why do you hate country people? Why do you think we are so lame and classless?”

I stepped back, “Maybe because your proving my point by being insulting and trying to improve your ego.”

His accent froze me, “Accents ain’t all bad and I think your mistaken with the fact you are so selfish and all about you. I heard us Country people are charming.”

I smirked, “I have a boyfriend so you hitting on me ain’t going to do you justice.”

“Ironic, that’s the name of the school,” he pointed out. What am I? Stupid?

“Who cares?” I asked.

“He’s only going to hurt you in the end,” James said to me.

“Are you jealous Sullivan?” I asked.