- Sample o' doom. c:
Sammantha Loveheart danced down the hall of her apartment, singing to herself, clothes in hand. She had woken up early, as always, to get ready for the day and get herself some breakfast and coffee. Quietly, she made her way to the shower, singing the whole time, as she normally did to entertain herself. After a few moments, she stepped out to dry off and dress. She pulled on a soft, mousy-brown T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, her casual attire. She slipped on her boots, they almost seemed to clash with her style, but matched somewhat. Her dark brown hair was combed down and pulled back into a messy bun, and she decided against putting on any sort of make-up. Her boots sounded against the floor as she hurried to the kitchen to get herself a small snack for the morning, knowing she hadn't any time for a breakfast, or to stop at the small cafe down the street. She had woken up a bit later than normal, having forgotten to set the alarm on her clock.
After a few more preparations for the day and eating a bangle, Samm grabbed her keys and shuffled out of her house, messenger bag/purse at her side, keeping her first aid kit and few other normal purse items in it. She stepped out of her apartment, humming, making her way to her car. The hum like sound she made seemed to die down as she walked, an eerie feeling washing over her, and she quickened her pace across the parking lot to her car. She quickly jumped into her car and started it up, locking her doors. Swallowing hard, she drove out of the parking lot and down the normally crowded streets, attempting to put her mind at ease. For some odd reason, the feelings of 'something is definitely wrong' wrapped tightly around her.
The sun blanketed over her and the roads as she passed through the streets, looking back and forth between the side walk and road, seeing crashes of all sorts. She didn't dare pull over, even if she was curious as to why there were so many accidents going on at once. Samm almost didn't turn when she needed to, but stepped on the breaks right when she needed to. Thank heavens no one was behind her. She needed to get her mind back together. She made the turn into the parking lot, finding that it was almost deserted. That was a strange one. A /very/ strange one. Almost every morning it was packed to the rim with cars, students getting there early for certain spots.
She quietly made her way to the 500 building, anxiety flowing through her veins as she boots sounded against the tile floor. Her eye caught someone standing beside the door she entered for her first class, watching as he tugged at the door. "Locked?" she asked herself, her pace quickening a notch. "A-Ah...Excuse me?" she asked, walking up to him, biting her lower lip. As she neared, she realized that it was Chris Caswell. "Did you say it was locked?"
Six months later after a lot of editing;
Sammantha Loveheart danced down the hall of her apartment, singing to herself, clothes in hand. She had woken up early, as always, to get ready for the day and get herself some breakfast and coffee. Quickly, she made her way to the shower, singing the whole time, as she normally did to entertain herself. After a bit of washing of the body and hair, she stepped out to dry off and dress. She pulled on a soft, mousy-brown T-shirt with a white star on the center, and a pair of black skinny jeans, her casual attire. She slipped on her boots, they almost seemed to clash with her style, but matched somewhat. They were snow boots, almost, and they sort of resembled Ughs. They were brown and fit nicely, with the cute fuzz that showed over the rim. Her dark brown hair was combed down and pulled back into a messy bun, and she decided against putting on any sort of make-up. What was the point? It was a Monday. No one expected you to look your best on a Monday, and whoever did was nuts. Now she placed her contacts into place, blinking a few times afterward. She had 'Night and Day' contacts that she could easily keep in for days at a time, but she loved sleeping without them, always having the constant fear of loosing a contact in her sleep. Her boots sounded against the floor as she hurried to the kitchen to get herself a small snack for the morning, knowing she hadn't any time for a breakfast, or to stop at the small cafe down the street. She had woken up a bit later than normal, having pressed the 'off' button on her alarm clock, forgetting that when she did so it wouldn't go off five minutes later.
After a few more preparations for the day and eating a bangle, Samm grabbed her keys and shuffled out of her house, messenger bag/purse at her side, which held odds and ends like pens, a small first aid kit with Advil, her binders and sketch book, solar cell phone charger, bottles of water with small packets that had the flavoring in them, and she even carried a small snack pack in case she really got the munchies. Her bag also contained her glasses case, which as anyone could guess, contained her glasses(thick rimmed black ones), and her contacts solution and case as well. Eye drops were always a need too, as well as the eye drops for when she had her contacts in. She stepped out of her apartment, making her way to her car. The hum like sound she made seemed to die down as she walked, an eerie feeling washing over her, and she quickened her pace across the parking lot to her car. Quickly, she jumped into her car, a displeased grunt leaving her lips as she thumped her head on the side of the car. After rubbing the soar area, she started her car up, locking her doors as she always did, being the paranoid child she was. Swallowing hard, she drove out of the parking lot and down the normally crowded streets, attempting to put her mind at ease with some of her favorite music. Humming to 'Break Me Shake Me' by Savage Garden. For some odd reason, the feelings of 'something is definitely wrong' wrapped tightly around her, seeping slowly into the fabric of her clothes, even when she tried to distract herself and make things feel the slightest bit better. This surely wasn't normal on a Monday. Yes, of course Mondays always seemed to feel like sh*t, but not this much. It didn't quite even feel like a sh*ty day, more of an unknown, cursed one.
The sun blanketed over her and the roads in a warm welcome as she drove through the streets, looking back and forth between the side walk and road, seeing crashes of all sorts. The sun didn't feel so warm and welcoming anymore, because a chill ran through Samm's body, goose bumps covering her cream, latte colored skin. What...? She didn't dare pull over, even if she was curious as to why there were so many accidents going on at once. She looked at a car closely, seeing a figure, a lady it looked like, pressed close to a cracked windshield. Samm's breath quickened and her eyes widened. Why were there any police or ambulances. The next car she examined as she drove slowly through the streets had a male hanging out the window, chest down crushed and bloody from being impaled by his fragile car. She almost gagged at this, and didn't feel like actually heading off to school anymore. It actually seemed like and absolutely terrible idea. Samm almost didn't turn when she needed to, but stepped on the breaks on time. Well, a bit, because she had to back up for a moment. Thank heavens no one was behind her. She needed to get her mind back together, not letting her thoughts scatter aimlessly through her head. She made the turn into the parking lot, finding that it was almost deserted. That was a strange one. A /very/ strange one. Almost every morning it was packed to the rim with cars, students getting there early for certain spots, or just to hang out with one another.
Stepping out of her small car, Samm stuffed her keys into her bag, lips pursed together as she shut the door loudly, the noise echoing through the silent filled lot. She quietly made her way to the 500 building, anxiety flowing through her veins as she boots sounded against the tile floor, her eyes darting around her for any signs of life. Her eye caught someone standing beside the door she entered for her first class, watching as he tugged at the door. She paused towards the middle of the hall, inhaling deeply and listening as he cursed at the door, fingers pulling at it once more. Why did people always do that? If it's locked the first time you tug on it, why wouldn't it be if you try again. "Locked?" she asked herself, her pace quickening a notch as she walked. "A-Ah...Excuse me?" she asked, walking up to the other, biting her lower lip hard. As she neared, she realized that it was Chris Caswell. Her heart raced and she felt her lips go dry. Chris. The boy she had a crush on since the beginning of high school. Him and her never really conversated, and when they did it was so short, so quick. Samm knew someone as popular as he couldn't fall for someone who was as...well, she couldn't say much. She hung out with a rather well known group. They didn't have a name, but some called them 'Preps'. She herself denied it, hating that word. She was quiet and sunk back into the shadows with her friends. Yes, she had her group, the one that would come over and have a slumber party with loud music. But, Chris was way higher class. A cool boy. Oh, how she longed to be with him. Samm licked her lips, fingers clutching at the strap to her bag. "Did you say it was locked?"
