"Another detention? Samantha, this is unacceptable!" My mother said sternly, I cringed, everyone knew to call me Sam, even my teachers. I hated that name Samantha,
"He put me on the spot mom, it was rude." I mumbled, couldn't she see that I was studying? She sighed then returned to cooking dinner for when my father got home.
After dinner, I showered then laid in bed. I stared up at the ceiling. I wonder if they'd know.
"SAMANTHA!! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" I heard my mother scream up the stairs, dang it.
I walked downstairs and saw both my parents sitting at the table, I sat down as well.
"Samantha, skipping classes? What's going on with you lately?!" I sighed, looking at my father, he read the paper and drank coffee.
"It's a long story." I mumbled,
"We have time, tell us what the fuck is going on." My father said aggressively, slamming the paper down, I cringed. I hated when he was upset. I sighed,
"Well yesterday in eight period, my art teachers water broke... And she's my favorite teacher and that's my favorite class and I was just scared to go into there. No one can teach art like her" I didn't know that I was out of breath until I finished my jumbled up, extra long sentence. I started to cry,
"Sam, I'm sorry.. She's okay, and the class will be okay. I'm sorry for being upset." My father spoke in soft words, my mother just glared at me. He was my favorite parent.
After our discussion, I walked back upstairs. I my eyes were heavy from crying.
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The Substitute
Teen FictionHe's beautiful, a young male in his 20s, tall, slender but with strong, working arms. Face bearded with a matching head of thick, straight brown hair. His pale skin almost reflected light from the sun. He's beautiful. The only problem is that I'm 16...
