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My thick blonde hair sticks to my face as I slowly lift my face from my pillow. I open my tired eyes to see one pillow across the room and another hidden between my wall and my mattress. This is not a new sight. Every morning I wake up with a blanket covering only one of my feet, an arm hanging off of my bed, and a puddle of drool on the only pillow left on my twin bed. I constantly amazed with the massiveness of the mess that I make because I am barely 5'2'' and fit perfectly in my bed when I go to sleep. I have absolutely no clue what I dreamt about and I can only imagine.

I crawl out of my bed and make my way down the stairs to find an empty kitchen. I rummage through the pantry, snatch a protein bar, grab my ripped jeans from the dryer, and make my way back to my bedroom. I sneak a quick peek at my phone to see that time has played a trick on me. I drop everything, jump into my jeans, pick up a plain T-shirt and pull it over my head, slide my phone into my back pocket, and glide into the bathroom.

Wow, I have never looked better. I sarcastically think to myself as I pull my hair back into a messy bun.

Before I knew it I looked almost socially acceptable, grabbed my car keys, and was driving to school. My life is breezing by and before I know it I'm going to be a retired old women with an abundance of grandchildren and a scarf that is waiting to be finished. I'm almost excited to live out my normal life, but I don't want it to come so fast. I'm going to be 16 in only one week. What am I going to do?

I turn the radio on and just drive. I woke up only an hour ago and my mind already needs a break. The only thing that I'm worried about is getting to school on time.

The bell rings as I push open the door to the A Building of Blackwood Highschool. All of my memories come flooding in. It's the first day of my sophomore year, I can't be late. I'm sprinting to class and my mind is racing along with time. I slip into a seat before the put together man, who I assume is my new teacher, can catch me.

Mission accomplished I say with a smirk on my face.

I brush the sweat off of my forehead and listen as the man clears his throat preparing for his first day speech.He scribbles on the clean white board with his squeaky blue Expo.

"Good morning everyone my name James Canning, you all may call me Mr. Canning and I am here to open your eyes to the world of creativity. Welcome to My English class," he says scanning the room and fiddling with his Expo. "Okay lets dive in. I would love to attempt to remember names. Who is everyone? Let's start with you sir," he points to a guy in the front row with way to much gel in his hair.

Up and down the aisle everyone is sharing their names and answering random questions asked by Mr. Canning and finally he makes his way to me.

"Ma'am, what is your name?"

"My name is Samantha Hope. You can call me Sam," I say with a smile on my face excited to hear what question he asks me.

" Oh, I need to speak with you after class, is that okay?"

What?!? That can't be my question! Is that okay? Umm no that's not okay! I don't understand.

He simply drops it and moves on to the girl behind me. Every once in a while he looks back at my desk with an indescribable look on his face. It was like he knew something, but I couldn't put my finger on what.

Hello I'm experimenting. I hope ya like it! :D