Sam, Pt.1

Writer’s Note: I am writing this type of story once just for fun. I hope it is good. Please do comment. Tell me if it’s shit and I will stop writing but if I get more likes I will write next part.


CHAPTER 1:
.I am such a dork. I am now 17 years and haven’t even kissed a girl. My life and me both sucks. My name is Sam Drew and I am studying in 12th grade now. I am living alone in my house since my father is always travelling and my mother died in a car accident last year. But I was never close with my mom. I was just a disappointment to her and she treated me like a nuisance, making my life hell. So, I don’t miss her at all, I don’t drink or smoke. I never bully or never get in way of anything bad. I have been taught since childhood to be good to everybody and I’m now uncool. I am neither very good at studies nor at sports. I am just an average kid if disappears nobody would even notice. But that’s all about to change and I am going to change this in my last few months in high school.

Yesterday, I tried to confess my love to Sandy and got turned down. While coming down towards home, I lost control of my bike and injured my both hands and left leg. My father when saw me, he started to scold me for my carelessness and indirectly went on to rant about my bad SAT scores. He then announced he have to go for work to Australia the same night and won’t come for another two months. My injuries were paining a lot. Tomorrow is Sunday, so I got a day away from school. Awesome. I spent the night reading Robert Ludlum’s – Bourne Identity all day and watching shows such as Two and a Half Men, Big Bang Theory, and etcetera after treating my injuries. All these movies protagonists’, cool people are typical selfish asshole and still all ladies love them and men envy. That’s true everywhere. I thought I was good but deep down inside I am also a selfish self-loving prick. So why should I control myself? Now is the time let the chains binding me to unleash. What a grandiose statement? I love me. And I spent the time recovering and bitching about today’s events. Do I have the power to do everything I think? Honestly, I don’t know but I know something else. I am not going to waste this last year by being the same. Only thing I know: Work Hard, Play Hard.

I slept
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Today is Sunday, I went to the pharmacy and put on some bandages to my hands. Time to remodel myself. I took out my father’s car out of garage, he doesn’t like anybody touching his car. Sorry, Dad. The next thing I did was to go into the hair stylist next town and spend little extra money and time to change my hairdo. He cut my hair and shampooed it. (It was good since I couldn’t wash my hair this two days for not letting water to get to my injuries.) I then went to mall. .Time to change baby!

CHAPTER 2:
I always thought about thinking trying to act cool to impress everyone. I always failed miserably. Now I think I have got what’s wrong. Why do I need to be cool when I already am? I walked into the mall to find all pretty girls around me. Long slender legs, tight firm butts and variety of boobs. I am in heaven now. Ashley, the girl next door neighbor who also is the most popular girl in school, came towards me with her bunch of friends following her. She was wearing tight jeans and a cool t-shirt. She always uses me like her slave and I know the truth but still get controlled by her beauty. She is damn beautiful. Yesterday she took my notebook to copy the homework. She came near me.

“New hairdo, dork. Suits you. I copied the notes so come to my house and my little brother will give it to you.”

“Can’t you even say ‘Thanks’? “, I replied.

“Whatever. Thanks, dork.”

“You are welcome, bitch”, I said.