None of the Jonas boys are famous.


I felt weirdly out of place in the crowd of kids with uniforms, who were chatting while waiting for their parents to pick them up. I haven't been part of THAT crowd since... Grade 7. Now I'm in 9th Grade...so, you get it. My friend Victor who goes here called me and demanded I visit. So I asked my dad, who drove me. It's weird coming back to my old K-12 school.

Everyone looks different... Older. Haha, DUH they look older, Sam, because THEY ARE! This school is a private school for delinquents, and rich kids. I was both when I joined. My dad and his new family are rich. I lived with my mom, and have always been known as a trouble maker. All I did to get kicked out of public school at the end end of fourth grade was kick my teacher in the shins.

They take things like that seriously, I guess. Ha.

But I never caused MUCH trouble at this school. not that the teachers know of, that is. I just started being home schooled, and left. The thing about this Private school is... It holds MAYBE 200 students. That isn't alot at all... So everyone acts like a big family. My last day of school was hard on everyone... Everyone but my best friend, Nick.

Don't ask, I'll tell you about HIM later.

I hugged Victor, who tackled me when he saw me. We weren't close at all when I went to the school, but after I left my other best friend Ariel, who I don't want to talk about either, gave him my number and we started talking on the phone at least three times a week. He's officially my bestist friend. We go to the mall together every Friday, its tradition.

I said hello to Nathan, one of the kids that was in my circle of friends at the school, but I was never extremely close with. And Genesis... We've always been fake friends that everyone knows hates each other. Me and Genesis have fought so many times during school, it wasn't even funny. And then I spotted him.

Jared, sitting and chatting with his best friend, Q. Jared and I have history. You know the middle school dating, where they aren't REALLY dating, but you can just say, 'Oh my BOYFRIEND, Jared'. Well thats what we were. Only...more. I'd known him since 1st grade, and when we 'dated' we broke up about five times before he dated Genesis. Victor said he was dating Princess now. Princess was the queen bee when I went there, but she got held back, into 9th grade, with my old classmates. I don't have feelings for Jared anymore, its just strange seeing him.

I ran up to him, and tackled (literally) him, laughing and messing up his most prized thing ever...his hair. His blond wavy locks that fall into his grey eyes are what he's known for. Or...WAS. I'm not sure if it still is, but back in the day, I was the only one that could play with it. Jared looked at me with surprise, and then laughed and hugged me, not caring how wrong it looked. Like I had said, me and Jared go WAY back, and we were SO close without being close at all, that we could do stuff like this without it meaning a thing.

"Hey Mister!" I mumbled, only the third thing I've said since I started this visit. This time I said it pretty loud, so everyone in grade 9 looked over. Everyone.

Including the abandoner's, Nick and Ariel. I didn't look that them. My game plan was to ignore. Travis and Dylan, twins who I could tell apart, came over with huge smiles. How could I tell them apart? Easy. Travis always has messy hair, and his cheeks are a little chubbier. And he's shy around me. He used to like me so much. Dylan and I were pretty good friends, actually. He wore a different chain around his neck then Travis and he would always make fun of his brother... Like when Trav came to class in grade 6 with a black eye. Ha.

I gave them each huge hugs before excusing myself to the restroom. I walked through the front office, waving at Mrs. Franny, the Dean of students who was chatting with the office lady who must be new... I don't recognize her. I walked through the heavy oak doors that led to the hall and turned the corner to the restroom, ramming right into someone and falling onto my bony butt onto the old clean tile floor. The school is so old and beautiful. The trouble makers aren't accepted anymore, to my knowledge, and the school looks almost exactly like Chilton, Rory from the Gilmore Girls school.

I stood quickly, looking up to the face of.... Oh great. Nick Jonas. I brushed myself off and walked past him, towards the bathroom. "Hey, Sammy!" Nick called after me happily.

I groaned and turned around, "I go by Samantha now." I said coldly. It wasn't even a true statement. I still go by Sammy, just not by him. He looked cuter then ever. He looks muscular and his brown curly hair was longer... He looks so much older.

"Oh." He shrugged, walking up to me. I back up. He frowned and walked forward. I back up, and so on like this. Until I turned away that is. "Aren't you gonna give your bestest friend a hug?" He asked, seriously confused.

"Did you know, that everyone I knew from this school called me after I left, at least once. Except you." I my voice watery. Because my eyes were too. I was about to cry. "On my last day of school, my didn't talk to me at all... And you never tried to contact me to see how I was...How my family was..."

"I... wanted to. I just, forgot. How IS mom, by the way?" He used to call my mom, Mom number 2. Tears were now running down my cheeks as I turned to face him.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. "She's dead, thanks for asking. You would have known if you called." I said coldly. "Before you ask about my siblings, I'll tell you. My brother moved five states over and my sister ran away. I'm forced to live with MARK, the worst father and his 3rd wife in two year's children. So I'm splendid, you only asked two years too late."

He started, mouth open, in shock. I pushed past him, not wanting to go to the bathroom anymore and saw for the first time, someone behind Nick. I'm guessing for the whole time. Joseph. He would be in grade 12 now, I suppose. I ran over to him and hugged. He always always a big brother to me. He rubbed my back. "Its ok." He whispered as I cried.

And for some reason, a certain memory came to me. It was the second to last day of school for me. And me and Joe had planned to meet outside the bathrooms at 1:00pm. Lunch. We did and then snuck into my Math teachers room while she was in the teachers lounge and we stole the box. Yes, BOX. Of lollipops she kept in her classroom for whatever the reason. Anyway, we stole and, and at almost this exact spot, we both collapsed into a fit of laughter. I still have the box of lollipops. I eat like, three a day and they still aren't gone.

You should definetly continue this!

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so adorable.

you must post more soon.

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