One little fall and we met, but not for the first time. My name is Samantha Black but everyone calls me Sam. I’m 18 and 5.3. I’ve got shoulder length light brown hair that was always curly, but surprisingly I liked it. I had dark green eyes, I can play guitar and a bit of piano, but my main love was writing. Picking up a pen and putting it to paper was like a musician picking up their instrument or a dancer putting on their shoes. But that isn’t to say music wasn’t a big part of my life. I never went a day without my head phones in or music blasting through the speakers in my room. Everyone saw me as a good little girl. Who got the perfect grades and perfect scores and would come out top of the class and get a high earning job. But I didn’t want to be seen as that anymore. So this year it was all changing. A new year. A new place. A new me. You see I used to have this friend, I won’t tell you his name, not yet. We grew up together, but he always had big dreams. Always. And one day his dream came true. So him and his mom and dad and brothers packed up, moved away from a little town and hit the big ones. Sure they came back and visited. But he changed. I knew it would happen, you can’t travel all over the world and it not change the way you are. After a while they didn’t visit as much, we left me. The good-y two shoes, the best friend of the famous rock stars. But now that was over. I wasn’t ever going to be known as that again. I’d packed up my last note pad and pen, stashed away at the back of my new closet, in my new home. I’d said goodbye to my few friends at the being of summer, and we’d moved here a few weeks after. LA. The place dreams are made. All my memories of New Jersey were packed up in box’s waiting to be unpacked, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not all memories are happy ones. When I was 10 my dad died in a car accident. It hurts to think about it sometimes. My sister was only 3 and my older brother was 13. But mom stayed strong. I guess she had to. Then this year she got a new job, away from New Jersey, away from all the sad memories, even if it took us away from the good ones.
I was two blocks away from home, I’d just been to the shop because we needed some milk and Blake was too lazy to go get it himself. Mom had been called in early to work and Blake was men’t to be in charge, but the lazy sod hadn’t moved from the sofa yet. When I’d left him and Izzy and had been sat watching some old re-runs of cartoons and I could guarantee they would still be there when I got back, but I suppose that’s why I loved them. I was just going round the corner when I tripped. I put my hands out instinctively and I felt the full impact hit them. “Ow.” I said pushing myself onto my knees and checking my hands for blood. Nothing. Looking around me I saw my phone lying nearby, the back and battery next to it. “Are you okay?” I voice said from the road. I hadn’t noticed the car that had stopped and the person now looking out the window at me. “Yeah. I’m fine.” I said looking up. The minute I did a regretted it. There looking out of the window was Nick Jonas. The boy I thought I’d left all my memories of in the past. I guess I was wrong.
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