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I Need An Easy Friend, I Do With An Ear To Lend
2 ReviewsSamantha Lovelace is a smartass, witty, and angry. Nikki Sixx is just the same. So when these two childhood friends meet up, will they stay friends or be complete enemies?
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“This is your first day of school so don't go on and mess it up!” My mother yelled, straightening my shirt and shoving my lunchbox into my stomach.
I simply stated at her. "Emily, can I go now?” I ask blankly.
She makes a face. She hates when I call her by her first name, but she doesn't act like a mother so why should she get the title of it. At least directly.
“Yeah, whatever!” She says, shooing me away.
I bolt out the door. My school was only just down the street, so mother let me walk. As I passed by yards and fences on the small and cracked sidewalk I kept my head down. I could never look up when I walk because I hate to see what the world really is. My mother and father are to blame for that. They never wanted me. I'm nobody's daughter. I never was and never will.
Soon enough I was at my new school, and I saw other parents dropping off their kids or older kids walking together. One boy caught my eye though. He made a strange face and turned away. I shrugged and kept going, looking for my classroom. Then I saw it; room 210, the name Mrs. Lucy engraved at the very top.
I walked in, shouldering my small Crayola backpack that held my lunchbox and standing up straight. Most of the class was already there. The bell rang. Everyone looked around, a bit shocked, before they realized what the noise was. I scoffed. Mrs. Lucy called everyone to sit in a circle on the floor so that we could introduce ourselves.
A little shy boy started. “I’m James, and, um, I uh…I like puppies.” He stuttered, sighing dramatically when the teacher looked at the next person in line.
After a few kids had gone the door suddenly opened. I looked behind me and saw a boy walk in, and realized it was the one I had seen outside who gave me the weird look. I frowned at him, and the others began whispering.
“Sorry I’m late Mrs. Lucy.” He said, dumping his backpack on the floor and taking a seat beside me.
The teacher smiled a bit too perfectly. “Just try not to do it again dear ok?”
He nodded. “Yes Ma’am.”
The rest of the kids stared at us, mostly the boy, and I grew annoyed. We continued introducing ourselves and I nudged the boy. He looked at me. “What?” I put my finger to my mouth. “Why were you late? I know you were here.”
He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” He said. I gave him my funny look and he reflected it right back at me.
I was taken aback.
Nobody could copy my look! The girl beside me poked me cautiously. I rounded on her. She stared at me with wide eyes. “It…it’s your turn.” She squeaked. I blinked my anger away.
It was my turn?
I growled to myself, still angry at the boy. “My name is Samantha Richards and I’m going to be a rockstar!” I yelled at nobody. The class full of firemen and veterinarians gasped.
“My name is Frank and I’M going to be a better rockstar than her!” The boy beside me yelled. I glared at him. He glared back. The class went silent.
“Well then,” the teacher said, trying to calm things down, “who wants to have lunch early?” The class cheered.
I grabbed my Crayola backpack and pulled my lunchbox out of it.
Then I found a nice corner by myself and popped open my lunchbox, grabbing my small sandwich.
I could already tell that just about everyone here was scared of me. Nothing new. My mother is when I challenge her, and a good portion of my cousins are too.
I stared at a small group of girls. They giggling, gossiping, and staring at all the boys they thought were cute. Gross. I haven't even talked to anyone and I already hate them all. I grit my teeth and clench the sandwich in anger. Why can't I be happy like them?
I finally decided to take a bite out of it and when I felt someone's presence. I looked up. The boy was in front of me. “What?” I sneer at him.
He gave me a cocky grin. “Can I sit with you?” he asked. I felt my eyes get wide before I hesitantly nodded. He pulled out a cold hotdog and a cookie and settled down.
“So, you really wanna be a rockstar? Like on the radio and stuff?” I asked him.
“Mhm.” He said through a mouthful of bun.
He swallowed, “you too?”
“Mhm.” I copied, then smiled at him. I held my hand out.
“Sam.” I said. He took it.
“Frank.” He replied. We let go and I put my wrapper back in my lunchbox.
He handed me half of his cookie. “Really?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, you’re my first friend.” He smiled. I smiled back and took the cookie. He was my first friend too. My only actually.
“This is your first day of school so don't go on and mess it up!” My mother yelled, straightening my shirt and shoving my lunchbox into my stomach.
I simply stated at her. "Emily, can I go now?” I ask blankly.
She makes a face. She hates when I call her by her first name, but she doesn't act like a mother so why should she get the title of it. At least directly.
“Yeah, whatever!” She says, shooing me away.
I bolt out the door. My school was only just down the street, so mother let me walk. As I passed by yards and fences on the small and cracked sidewalk I kept my head down. I could never look up when I walk because I hate to see what the world really is. My mother and father are to blame for that. They never wanted me. I'm nobody's daughter. I never was and never will.
Soon enough I was at my new school, and I saw other parents dropping off their kids or older kids walking together. One boy caught my eye though. He made a strange face and turned away. I shrugged and kept going, looking for my classroom. Then I saw it; room 210, the name Mrs. Lucy engraved at the very top.
I walked in, shouldering my small Crayola backpack that held my lunchbox and standing up straight. Most of the class was already there. The bell rang. Everyone looked around, a bit shocked, before they realized what the noise was. I scoffed. Mrs. Lucy called everyone to sit in a circle on the floor so that we could introduce ourselves.
A little shy boy started. “I’m James, and, um, I uh…I like puppies.” He stuttered, sighing dramatically when the teacher looked at the next person in line.
After a few kids had gone the door suddenly opened. I looked behind me and saw a boy walk in, and realized it was the one I had seen outside who gave me the weird look. I frowned at him, and the others began whispering.
“Sorry I’m late Mrs. Lucy.” He said, dumping his backpack on the floor and taking a seat beside me.
The teacher smiled a bit too perfectly. “Just try not to do it again dear ok?”
He nodded. “Yes Ma’am.”
The rest of the kids stared at us, mostly the boy, and I grew annoyed. We continued introducing ourselves and I nudged the boy. He looked at me. “What?” I put my finger to my mouth. “Why were you late? I know you were here.”
He shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” He said. I gave him my funny look and he reflected it right back at me.
I was taken aback.
Nobody could copy my look! The girl beside me poked me cautiously. I rounded on her. She stared at me with wide eyes. “It…it’s your turn.” She squeaked. I blinked my anger away.
It was my turn?
I growled to myself, still angry at the boy. “My name is Samantha Richards and I’m going to be a rockstar!” I yelled at nobody. The class full of firemen and veterinarians gasped.
“My name is Frank and I’M going to be a better rockstar than her!” The boy beside me yelled. I glared at him. He glared back. The class went silent.
“Well then,” the teacher said, trying to calm things down, “who wants to have lunch early?” The class cheered.
I grabbed my Crayola backpack and pulled my lunchbox out of it.
Then I found a nice corner by myself and popped open my lunchbox, grabbing my small sandwich.
I could already tell that just about everyone here was scared of me. Nothing new. My mother is when I challenge her, and a good portion of my cousins are too.
I stared at a small group of girls. They giggling, gossiping, and staring at all the boys they thought were cute. Gross. I haven't even talked to anyone and I already hate them all. I grit my teeth and clench the sandwich in anger. Why can't I be happy like them?
I finally decided to take a bite out of it and when I felt someone's presence. I looked up. The boy was in front of me. “What?” I sneer at him.
He gave me a cocky grin. “Can I sit with you?” he asked. I felt my eyes get wide before I hesitantly nodded. He pulled out a cold hotdog and a cookie and settled down.
“So, you really wanna be a rockstar? Like on the radio and stuff?” I asked him.
“Mhm.” He said through a mouthful of bun.
He swallowed, “you too?”
“Mhm.” I copied, then smiled at him. I held my hand out.
“Sam.” I said. He took it.
“Frank.” He replied. We let go and I put my wrapper back in my lunchbox.
He handed me half of his cookie. “Really?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, you’re my first friend.” He smiled. I smiled back and took the cookie. He was my first friend too. My only actually.
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