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(Not the same characters from my other story. (I suck at names, so yeah :P) |
Note: I haven't been active recently. (Have I ever?) But yeah, I have some free time to fix this trash of what they call a novel. (Some outside humor added) CHAPTER 1: The beginning NOTE: THESE ARE NOT THE SAME CHARACTER S FROM MY OTHER STORY, SO PLEASE DON'T GET CONFUSED As Sam was walking down the hall, he saw the 18 year old Julia. The girl he was the same age as and loved so very much. Whenever he saw her, he remembered what happened that day: *Flashback n stuff* Sam, was only 15 years old at the time. So was Julia, and most of the other students in his grade. Sam really never thought Julia loved him back. To this time he doesn't know yet. Oh, sorry. Did I forget to mention... They are best friends, and their parents died in a fire. So Julia does live with Sam. What are the consequences for that? Neither if them like to talk about what happened at the night of the fire that killed their parents. Ever. If they hear anything about it, it leads to tears come streaming down their faces. Anyways, Sam went home. (Obviously, he chose to have a step mother to take care of him and Julia. But she wasn't the best at taking care of children. Definitely not! She just really hated the kids, in which they should know that by now. Infact, they have a very bad step mom, in conclusion. She would yell, and hit, just to take the anger she is constantly having out of her system. The greeting wasn't a big surprise when Sam got home. "Mother I'm home!" Sam yelled "AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I CARE!?" She yelled back. "Good to see you too!" Sam joked and went to his room. When Julia got home, THAT was a surprise. She was bloody and beat up. "JULIA!!!" Sam yelled as he barged out of his room. "What the hell happened!?" "S-s-so-som-somebody... B-b-be-be........." Was all she could say before she fell down. "Oh no! Shit!" Sam kept yelling as he dialed 911. He was holding on to Julia. Not letting go. Not letting go of the girl he loved... ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ *End of flashback* To that day, if Sam ever caught somebody laying a hand on Julia, they would wish that they hadn't even had the thought of doing so. The police did eventually find the assaulter. He was charged for assault, (duh) and sent for 32 years in prison. It was then 3 years later, on that exact day, Sam was lying on the bed, with Julia in the bathroom connected to the bedroom, brushing her teeth. "Julia, you almost done? I really need to go." "Yeah Sam, you can go as long as you want, just let me finish up. Don't be impatient." "Yeah yeah." She walked out. And there she was. The long blonde colored hair, blue eyed, skinny Julia. "Sam, what are you looking at?" "Oh, nothing. Just tired." |