Before I Met You

New school means: New ugly ass "queens", New jocks, New emos, new disgusting lunch food, new teachers who really don't give a fuck about you and just want the pay, and last but not least, the new fat principle.
This basically sums up my life story. I've been to four "new" schools in the past year. I don't even classify any schools as "new" anymore. That means four sets of foster parents. Yeah, my parents died and boo-hoo everyone pities me and thinks this is just a rebellious stage that I'm going though. But it isn't. I lost my parents for Christs' sake and clearly I like the way I am. I got this whole thing figured out. No one can change me, and I mean no one.
"Sammi." My new foster mother called me, snapping me back into the sick reality I was in.
"What." I murmured.
"We're here at the school. Come on." she smiled slightly.
I got out of the car and slammed the door. Looking up at the sign that said 'Roseville Area High School', I rolled my eyes. This school is apparently the number one high school in the state, known mostly for it's football team.
I followed Karen into the school and into the main office. Karen is a huge part of the community and is always involved in stuff at the school, which is absolutely stupid in my opinion.
"Now Sam. I know you don't like school and I know you're not a people person. But please try this year. And don't just sit at home. I know you loved soccer as a child."
I whipped my body around to face her. "How did you know that. No one knows that. No one..."
"Before you came here, I did my research. You're not the only foster child I've had.'
I gritted my teeth and spun back around to continue walking.
"Sam, please. Don't make me have to sign you up for something when I'm giving you the opportunity to choose for yourself."
Maybe soccer won't be that bad... I thought to myself.
"Fine. Soccer. Nothing else."
She smiled, clearly satisfied.
"Karen!" a man, around fifty years old, came into the office.
"Mr.Fasten. How lovely to see you again! its been about two weeks hasn't it?"
"Yes! it has been. Now this must be Samantha Drake!"
"Yes! Sam, say hello to Mr.Fasten. He's the principle at Roseville."
"Hi." I mumbled.
"Sam wanted to go out for the soccer team!" Karen announced.
"Really? That's wonderful!" he asked, like it was a big fucking surprise.
I nodded, rolling my eyes. "I guess so."
"Roseville is always in need of more soccer players Samantha."
"Great! Sam, you do know this is a going to be a lot of responsibiliy to handle!"
What the actual fuck. Did she honestly say that to me? she fucking forces me to do something and then she sits there and lectures me about how it's "a lot of reponsiblility"?!?
A male coach walked into the office.
"Coach Brian! I was actually just about to go and take a student to see you!"
The coach smiled. "Would you happen to be that new student?"
I nodded.
"What size are you? So I can get your uniform of course! And ill have a schedule for you by tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, we have practice and it would be great if you came! The time is four to six p.m. on summer days, which doesnt really matter since break is over in two days. On school days, it's from after school to four thirty. We have a game the second day back, I
And I'll most likely put you on junipr varsity until I can see what kind of stuff you got. But you honestly look like a fit, good player to me."
Holy fucking shit this guy talked a lot.
I nodded though. "That's fine."
"Alright. Karen, I suppose you took her to get a physical?"
"We were planning on doing it today after we came here!"
"Alright! I'll see you tomorrow then Samantha!" the coach piped and left.
Karen and the principle talked about more stuff that I didn't give a shit about while I stared out the window.
"Sam, would you like to see your classes?" Karen asked.
"No. I'll be fine."
"Alright! I'll be sure to see you Wednesday then!" Mr.Fasten said.
Karen said goodbye and we left.
As we were walking to the car, a ball came flying towards me and hit me in the arm. I turned to see who had kicked it.
A boy with large moppy brown curls was jogging over to me to get it. He was shirtless and had tattoos all over his body.
"Sorry about that love. My bloddy friend kicked it just a tiny bit to far." he chuckled.
He had a thick, raspy British accent that made me shiver.
"It's fine." I said and side stepped into the ball, kicking it the remaining distance.
"Wow. Fancy. Do you play?" he asked.
"By play do you mean forced to play by your foster mother? Then yes."
His smile dropped slightly. "Oh. Sorry about that."
I snorted lightly. "it's fine."
"You dont seem familiar. Are you new?"
I nodded.
"YO! COME ON." someone yelled at the curly haired boy.
"well, i gotta go. But i hope to catch you in the halls some time. Bye dimples!" he chuckled and ran off.
What the hell. He noticed my one dimple....
I turned around and saw Karen smirking at me.
"Oh shut up and let's go." I said getting into the car.
Later that evening after I was done getting my physical, I sat on my bed drawing in my drawing pad.
I couldn't get the curly hair boy out of my mind. There was just something about him, but I didn't know what. I was determined to find out what was making me so attracted to him.





Author's note:
Hiiiii (: So this is the first chapter to my fanfic that I'm writing. Sorry the first chapter is short and please stay (And be patient) with me through the first like 5-10 chapters so I can manage to get stuff going.
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If you could comment some feedback, it would mean a lot to me. Thanks! <3
~The Unknown~

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