Chapter One

Do you ever wonder if there is a place where everything is peaceful and stress free?

Do you ever wonder if wishes actually do come true?

Do you ever wonder if anything will ever become perfect again?

Because I do. I always do.

 My name is Samantha Parker, but most people call me Sam. I'm a fourteen year old girl with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) which is a type of anxiety disorder that can occur after you have gone through an extreme emotional trauma that involved the threat of ingury, death, or anything else that haunts you. No one knows I have this. Why? Because these days, it's hard to trust people with secrets. Even people you love and have been in your life forever. I keep my heart shielded at all times no matter what. That is what makes my life difficult.

　

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 I walked through the school hall to my classroom until I got tripped. I looked up to see Trinity Hills smirking down at me. "Look who we have here, Sam the man." Her and her posse laughed.

"Just leave me alone." I hissed, getting up. She pushed me down again. Trinity stepped on my skinny fingers. I winced in pain.

"Shut up you ugly loser."

"Yeah!" Her posse charmed in.

"No one wants you here! Just go die or something!" Trinity finally stormed off. I stood up and looked at my fingers. They were red and swollen.

"God." I mumbled. My eyes started to burn with tears. I ran into the nearest bathroom, into a stall, and cried. People like Trinity, I hate. They are the ones who should just go die; not me. I don't know what I've ever done to her. Then again, she was always cruel ever since the first day of juinor high.

  I kept crying until I couldn't cry anymore. I must of cried for about a whole period because once I checked the time, it was already 8:33am. I'm going to be in huge trouble. I didn't know what to do. If I walked into algebra, what would my excuse be? My locker was jammed? I took a few deep breaths, collected my belongings and walked out of the bathroom into the hall, making my way to algebra class. I passed by self-portrait pictures that my art class made awhile back in the beginning of the school year. I spotted mine. Mine really stood out with my dark blonde hair, deep brown eyes and tiny freckles that scattered around my face. My portrait was next to Peyton's, my best friend. She drew in her curly brown hair, sparkley blue eyes, and rectangle glasses almost perfectly.

I don't know how Peyton and I even met. It just kind of happened, you know? All I know is that she was in my fourth grade class, we randomly started talking to eachother and became great friends.

　

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 I entered the classroom and suddenly everyone's eyes fell upon my arrival. I gave a slight smile, clutching my books tightly to my chest. "Samantha, where have you been?" Ms. Ross asked sternly.

"My locker was jammed and I needed to have a janitor open it for me. I'm sorry." I lied. All she did was nod, so I took that as a 'okay' and walked over to my seat, sitting down.

"Liar liar, pants on fire." Peyton leaned over and sang to me, smiling. She didn't know where I've been. She probably thought I was making out with Spencer or trying to ditch class or something.

"Shut up." I whispered back to her. I looked up at the white board to see what we had to do. Page 54. Questions 1 through 10. I took out my algebra text book, flipped to the page, and began working on the questions. After about ten minutes, Ms. Ross stopped us all.

"Okay! Times up. Now, let's go over the answers, shall we?" Ms. Ross's red high heels clicked as she walked up to the front of the classroom from her desk. She began writing the first question on the board with a dark blue marker. Staring down at my paper, I fell into a daydream.

　

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 I was sitting in class listening to my kindergarden teacher teach us about addition.

"Charles, what is one plus one?"

"Two!" He shrieked. Mrs. Collins grinned.

"Correct. Sam, what is two plus two?"

"Four." I replied. Mrs. Collins clasped her hands together.

"Excellent! Now let's get onto more-" She was interupted by the phone ringing. "Hold on just a minute kids." She got up from her stool and hurried over to the phone. She picked up with a, "Hello, this is Mrs. Collins room." I couldn't hear who was on the other line or what the other person was saying, but Mrs. Collins face expression went from happy to serious. She kept mumbling, "Mhm." Then, she finally hung up after two minutes and came over to me, kneeling down. "Honey, go pack. Your daddy is here to pick you up." She told me.

"Why?" I asked. "Was that phone call for me?" She nodded and it looked like she was about to cry. I was so confused. Mrs. Collins took my little frail hand in hers and helped me stand up.

"Class, I'll be right back." She announced. Her and I walked over to the cubby area and I got my backpack while she collected my work for me. "It's okay dear."

"What happened?" I kept asking. I wanted a answer badly. She just kept shaking her head.

"You'll see sweetie." Once we were done packing, we headed down to the office where my dad was tapping his foot on the floor like he was getting impatient. He was sitting in one of the red chairs lined against the office white wall with his arms crossed. A worried mixed with impatient expression stretched accross his face.

"Daddy," I rushed over to him and he picked me up in his arms.

"What's up hun?" He took hold of my backpack and we signed out. We walked to the car in a hurry. "We need to hurry up Sammy."

"Why?!" I shrieked. No one would tell me.

"Because something bad happened."

　

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 A warm tear glided down my right cheek and fell onto my paper, forming a dark wet spot. "Ms. Parker, what's 77-x+8?"

"Uh, triangle!" I blurted out, not even thinking. The classroom roared of laughter as my face instantly became warm. I sunk down into my seat, embarrassed.

"Wow, really Sam?!" One kid yelled out.

"Haha! x-8 Sam? Is it sqaure?!" Another kid yelled. My eyes filled with tears.

"Enough!" Ms. Ross screamed. Everyone shut their mouths immediatley. "Stop laughing at Sam! I'm well aware that she has gotten the answer wrong, but that is not a reason to laugh!" I sighed a sigh of relief for Ms. Ross sticking up for me. She is a very nice teacher, but has a bit of a strict side to her. I still like her.

　

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  We continued on with class until the bell rang which seemed to take forever. For me, that is. I jumped up from my seat, gathered my stuff, and rushed out the door. "Hey Sam!" Peyton chirped. I whipped around, stopping in my tracks.

"Yeah?"

"Why in such a rush?!" Peyton shrieked.

"Everyone was laughing at me!"

"I wasn't!" She exclaimed, eyes wide.

"I know you weren't. Why would you? You're like my best friend and wouldn't hurt my feelings. I appreciate that." I was on the verge of crying for the third time today. Peyton reached out her hand towards my shoulder and put her hand on it. I took a deep breath.

"I know." She smiled. "We better just get to class before Mr. Rogers blows up."

"Yeah." I nodded, starting to walk off with Peyton.

Author's Note

Hello. :)
I'm sorry if they're any grammar problems or any other mistakes. My laptop isn't cooperating with me, haha. So anyway, I hope you enjoyed & tell me what you think! Thanks. :)