It all started out when Sam moved
to a new school called St. Sherman High. She was a new student and...afraid; afraid that she wouldn't fit in with anyone and would just get
bullied real badly like in her last school. It was nerve-wracking but she did
her best to have confidence! As she walked into the school, everyone was
staring at her weirdly and whispered to one another. She didn't care what they
said. Instead, she just kept walking forward with her head held high. She
hurried to the front office of the school and told them she was a transfer
student and needed her locker combination. After that, she went straight to her
locker to put her bag in and take the books needed for first period, Physics.
As she entered the class room, the
class went from noisy, to pin drop silent. They stared at her in different
ways. Some with disgust, some with curiosity, some with annoyance and some
looked at her as if she was a freak. Which she thought she actually was.
"Now, now, everyone. Don't you know that staring is rude?" the
teacher said, and apologized to Sam for their rudeness. "Now, this is Sam
Willows. A new transfer student. Please make good friends with her and make her
feel welcome." the teacher smiled. "Sam, please take a seat nest to
Tyson." the teacher gestured to a seat next to a really good-looking boy
who smiled at her kindly.
Not knowing that one of the girls
were staring at them with jealousy and anger. She walked over to her desk and
as she was about to sit down, her chair was pulled backwards and she fell hard
on the floor hitting her head on the pulled chair at the same time. Pain struck
through her. Especially her head. "Ow..." Sam said, cupping her
head with her hands. Everyone in the class bursts into laughter and she
realized that the one who pulled her chair was a very pretty brunette girl that
sat behind her. "JESSICA!! Stop that this instant!!" the teacher
shouted. Jessica giggled and dropped her smirk to a smile....an evil smile.
"Oh, sorry!" she said sarcastically.
Suddenly, Jessica froze into a
statue. Her eyes went wide and she collapsed to the floor, putting her hands
around her neck and choking herself. Her whole body started shaking crazily and
her face went extremely
pale. Everyone including the teacher hurried to her while a few kids ran to get
help. Jessica's friends were shaking her softly, almost crying. Time slowed for
Sam. Sam looked around the room for ideas. But instead of finding something
useful, she saw....a boy.
He was standing in the corner of
the classroom, staring at her. He was covered in cuts and bruises, his face was
as white as snow but very smooth and his lips her ice blue. His clothes were
all ripped and dirty. Sam froze. "Who was he? Where did he come from? Why
is he injured? Why is he staring at me?" Those questions filled Sam's
mind, but for some reason, she couldn't breathe a word of it. He opened his
mouth for a second as if he wanted to say something but then, didn't and closed
his mouth.
He looked at Jessica and for a
moment there, Sam thought he looked a bit angry. As he raised his hands,
pointing at Jessica, to everyone's shock, she floated up in the air. She flew
across the room and slammed into the wall...HARD, breaking almost every bone in
her body and until she almost made a whole through the wall. Some of my
classmates gasped while the others screamed and cried. "I...I can't move.
What am i suppose to do?It feels like I'm stuck on the spot." Sam thought
to herself. She looked back at the boy and could see he was about to do
something again. "No! Stop! Please!" She screamed at the top of
her lungs while cupping her head with her hands and closing her eyes tightly,
tears over flowing.
After awhile, a hand was gently
placed on her shoulder and she jumped in surprise to see Tyson staring at her
with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked. She quickly looked over
to the corner of where she saw the boy, but...he was already gone. "what
just happened? Am I dreaming?" She asked herself. She looked over to
Jessica was. The ambulance came and placed her carefully on a stretcher with an
oxygen mask strapped on her face. Sam was breathing
heavily. She was confused and....afraid. After awhile, Jessica was sent to the
hospital and the students were sent home early.
The final bell rang and Sam walked
out of the classroom to her locker. Putting her books in her bag and closing
her locker, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness nothing else
weird happened." she thought to herself. She went out of the school to walked
to the direction of her house. While walking, she heard something shout,
"Hey!! Get out of the way!! I can't break!!" a boy shouted. Sam
turned around to see a boy around her age on a bike, losing control and about
to crash into her. Sam screamed. But instead of getting run over, the bike
flipped backwards, causing the boy to fall off and hit the ground hard.
"Ouch...ow..." the boy said in pain. Sam gasped. She hurried over to
him to help him up, but then...she saw him.
The boy...the same boy from earlier,
standing under a tree, staring at her. Sam's eyes went wide in horror and fear.
He stared at her with really sad eyes. Then suddenly disappeared into thin air.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" the boy that got injured asked. Sam
stood there, frozen. "He appeared again! Who is he?!" Sam thought to
herself. "I'm so sorry! But i have to go now!" Sam apologized to the
boy and sprinted home. "Hey! Wait a minute!Where are you going!?"
the boy called. The further Sam ran, the lesser she could hear his voice
calling. Sam ran as fast as she could without even thinking...about looking
back.
Weird stuff has been happening to
Sam. In situations where Sam is supposed to get hurt or injured, the opposite
of it happens. The other person would get hurt instead of her. And every time
an incident would occur, the same boy - the one with pale white skin, cuts and bruises and ice
blue lips - would appear before her. Ever since, Sam has been trying to avoid
danger or anything that would get herself or others hurt, thinking that if she
did this, the boy wouldn't ever appear again or would just disappear.
Sam was sitting on her bed doing her homework.
She sighed and fell back onto her pillows. She heard her phone vibrate and
checked her phone. It was a text message from Tyson. "Do you mind if i
come over? I'm worried about you!" Sam didn't really want him to come over
since she wasn't in the mood. But she didn't want to be mean so she replied,
"Sure, why not?" and sent it. A few minutes later, Tyson arrived and
they both went upstairs to Sam's room. They talked for a while about what
happened at school last time and then moved onto another topic.
Tyson moved closer to Sam which shocked her a
bit. "Umm...Sam." he blushed. "Err...yeah?" Sam replied.
"You see...I like..." Tyson stopped talking as he saw the shocked
expression on Sam's face. However, it wasn't what
Tyson said she was shocked at, it was because of something else. Confused,
Tyson asked her, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Tyson asked
and turned around. The horrified expression crossed his face as he saw the
mysterious boy standing in front of him. Like before, he was covered in
bruises, scratches, skin as pale as snow, lips nice blue, tattered clothes and
his eyes...his eyes were full of fury.
Tyson was so shocked he couldn't breathe or
move. Tyson was about to move in front of Sam to protect her but...it was too
late. The boy threw Tyson across the room like he was just a toy and Tyson
slammed on the wall, cracking it along with some of the bones in his body. He
went unconscious. Sam screamed in horror and took a scissor from her desk,
trying to defend herself. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT!?" Sam
shouted, her voice and hands trembling. "I AM NOT SCARED OF YOU! I DON'T
KNOW WHO OR WHAT YOU ARE, BUT YOU HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING ME EVER SINCE!"Sam
shouted as her tears overflowed. "Whatever you're trying to do here, you
have got to stop it! Why are you doing all those things? Was it to protect me?
Why?" Sam sobbed. The boy didn't answer. "Why?" Sam asked again
in a pleading voice.
The boy hesitated for a long time. He stared at
the floor, almost looking very sad. He looked up, with tears in his eyes, the
words he spoke were gentle and soft, almost like a whisper. He looked at Sam
with very sad eyes and said, "Because I love you."
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