Higher (Sammy Wilkinson)

Chapter Forty

"Sam, you're late." As soon as the words left the teacher's mouth, my head shot straight up but disappointment was all I felt when I saw a black haired guy with sleeves of tattoos covering his arms. Sigh.

The boy took his seat a few chairs to my right and stayed silent throughout the entire period.

After chemistry, I decided that I've had more than enough of school and decided to call my mom to drop me home with the excuse of severe headache.

Now, lying about having a severe headache wasn't such a good idea as my mom decided we go to the doctors. Great.

Sat here in the waiting room, I await for my mother's return from the bathroom so we could proceed to have a 'checkup'. Damn me for lying.

A few minutes passed by and we were finally making our way to my designated room, 1205. As we were about to enter, caught by the corner of my eye was a sign of the door that was next to mine.

1206: Sammy Wilkinson.