In every school there is this one girl who never says a single word, has no friends at the entire school, always wears old, dirty clothes from second-hand shops and isn't noticed by anyone. At my school, that girl was me, Samantha Stone. If I hadn't taken the chance to change my whole life, to help my mother with her money problems and to prove to everyone that I can't just be silent, then I would still be the quiet, greatly underestimated Sam, but thanks to this unique opportunity I am now her: Black Cat - The greatest superstar the world has ever seen. Surely you are now wondering how I did it and you won't believe how easy it was for me. In order to be able to tell my life story in an understandable way, we have to start a little earlier in my life, to be exact: four months earlier.
It was the first day of school at six thirty o'clock. My alarm played one of my absolute favorite songs loudly and mercilessly. "Girls like Us" from the incredible Nova Miller. Still half asleep, I stretched my still paralyzed arm out of my warm and cuddly bed and tried to silence my alarm clock again - without success. I just didn't want to be able to turn off the device. It almost seemed to me that Nova Miller's voice was getting louder and louder. After countless attempts, I finally gave up. In plain language: I had to leave my incredibly gentle, cuddly and above all warm bed to silence the Volter device. You can certainly imagine what my mood was like after this terrible situation. There was only one thing that was worse for me than getting up early: school. The eight weeks of summer vacation were just convenient for me. For me, the word vacation finally meant to get rid of the loud, incredibly mean bitches, who constantly performed stupidly just to get attention from the boys and the worst thing is that the young also feel it. What idiots. I tried to stay out of it as much as possible, because I did not understand the meaning of a relationship if it is only based on lies and not on real feelings. In addition, there was a person in my class who made me forget for a few moments why I hated school so much. Jojo, actually Johannes was one of the smartest and prettiest people I had ever seen in my life. Unfortunately, he had never paid attention to me before and besides, half the school was into him. At least I could finally see him again after such a long time. I quickly got ready in the bathroom and tried to make my make-up look as natural as possible like every day. I bundle my long blonde hair into a low ponytail. I had already put out my clothes the day before. It was a colorful, checkered shirt and a black skirt. In addition, I had a preference for fancy socks, so my knee-length cat socks could not be missing and also worn dunks. After I got ready, it was almost seven, so I had to make my way to the bus stop without Mum's miracle breakfast (waffles with Nutella and vanilla ice cream as a sandwich). Our house was quite far away from my school, which was right in the city center of Follow City. That's why it took me at least fifty minutes to get to school by public bus. During the trip, I did a few last homework and listened to music, which consisted mainly of Taylor Swift songs such as "Love Story" or "Blank Space". With this, time flies. Arriving at the school, the first challenge is the playground: The place and the whole cliques met to outdo each other with their travels, as if it were a competition, who had spent the most money during the holidays. I was pretty sure that I would take the last place, as my mum and I have never gone on vacation, because unlike most students on the Follow High, my family was neither rich nor powerful, nor famous. I quietly crept unseen across the playground and I was also one hundred percent sure that no one saw me and went on until I found my locker. It had the inscription Samania Stone. I couldn't believe it. The caretaker had spelled my name wrong again. Why couldn't he remember that my name was Samantha and not Samania?
I opened it and a gruesome stench almost made me throw myself into the trash can next to it. I took a step back, took a deep breath and held my breath until all my school things were stored in the closet. I quickly closed him out and hastily exhaled again. My head was red like a tomato and my heart was pounding so fast that I was afraid it would jump out of my chest at any moment. It took a few minutes for my body to recover and then I went on. It was supposed to ring every moment at the first hour and I was still far from the classroom, so there was a rush. I ran as fast as I could up the stairwell, along the hallway and around the corner. I had almost reached it. A stone fell from my heart when I saw the door twenty meters away from me. I was preparing for the very last sprint. I was getting faster and faster. It felt like I was sliding over the floor and my surroundings became more and more blurred. Suddenly it made BATSCH and I fell to the ground. With a loud blow, I landed with my butt on the hard granite floor. It happened so quickly that my head couldn't cope with this situation. It seemed to me that I was sitting there for several minutes without stirring, just to be able to organize my thoughts. At some point I understood what had happened and looked up to make it clear to myself what consequences this clash had for me. My eyes filled with tears with despair and my entire body became ice cold. What had I done?
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