WHOOP!

I give you yet another angst filled story because I am just full of teenage angst.

So, anyway, read on my fellow readers.


"Sam! Hurry up, you're gonna be late for school!" Sam sighed heavily as her dad yelled at her from down stairs. She was capable of looking at her alarm clock and seeing what time it was, he didn't have to scream at her. She grabbed her back pack and headed down the stairs, seeing her dad in the kitchen.

"Well, good morning to you too," She said. He glared at her from the kitchen table.

"Don't be a smart-alic." He said. Yeah, she knew where that gets her. She went into the fridge to get something to drink for breakfast, but Jeremy stopped her.

"You're going to be late if you sit down to eat something."

"I'll bring it with me." They both heard the sound of the bus engine make its way down the street, and Jeremy shifted a little in his seat to get a clear view of the front window and watched as the bus drove past Sam's stop.

"You just missed your bus. Looks like you're walking to school." Sam turned around to look at him.

"But it's not my fault! The bus came early," He shrugged.

"Maybe you should have woken up earlier."

"But school is three miles away."

"Start running." If anyone looked at this from the outside, they would assume Jeremy was joking. He wasn't. This was him all the time; stern and ruthless. This is how he's been all Sam's life, and she hated it. She hated him.

"Really?" She asked again, hoping he would give her a freebee, but even she knew Jeremy didn't roll like that.

"Get to school on time." Was all he said. Sam gave him one last look before running out the door. She was a pretty good runner, she could run a mile in almost six minutes, but that meant she would get to school in twenty minutes, and that would make her late. She mentally cursed as she picked up the pace. She wished she could get her license and drive to school on days like these, but her dad would never allow it. He didn't like the idea of a license allowing her to leave the house whenever she wanted, he would lose control of her. And right now, he had full control over her.

Sam slowed her pace until she was walking, knowing that even her fastest wouldn't allow her to get to school on time. Why couldn't Jeremy just drive her? Because he hated her, and Sam hated him. And that's the way it will always be. She always thought that maybe things would be different if she had a mom, but she abandoned both her and Jeremy almost right after Sam was born. Her mom might have been a traitor, but she had to be better than Jeremy. Anyone was better than Jeremy.

As Sam walked, she noticed a car start to slow down to her pace next to her, and she looked over at it, thinking she was about to be kidnapped. If that were the case, she'd jump into the car willingly, anything to escape her dad, but the front window rolled down and she recognized the person as Danny Fenton. She didn't know him that well, but they had a lot of classes together in school.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked. She contemplated on going with him, but doubted he could do any harm to her. So when his car slowed to a stop, she wordlessly got into the passenger's seat. He started driving again, and when she said nothing, he tried making conversation to make it less awkward. "Missed the bus, huh?"

"Yeah. My bus driver is a bitch." He almost laughed.

"Why is that?"

"She never comes at the right time. She's either too late or too early."

"And no one can drive you?"

"Nope."

"So, you usually run to school?"

"Yup."

"Ouch. You should just get your own license." She would argue that, but she wasn't going to discuss the dysfunctional relationship she had with her father with someone who was pretty much a stranger.

"Yeah, I should." Was all she said about that.

"How long does it usually take you to run to school?" She shrugged.

"Less than twenty minutes."

"You know, I can always give you a ride, well, if you want me to. Unless you want to keep your daily morning cardio." He jested, looking over at her. Honestly, Sam wanted to be friendly towards him just because he was so nice, but Sam didn't do friendly; look who she lived with.

"I'll think about it." He shrugged and nodded.

"It's up to you anyway." They finally got to Casper High, and he picked the parking spot that was the closest to the school that he could find. Sam got out of the car just as Danny did.

"Thanks... for the ride," She said.

"No problem." She nodded before they went their separate ways to their lockers, even if they were heading to the same class. Sam collected all the books from her locker that she needed before going to class. She did pretty well in school, well, she had to. If she got anything less than a B minus, her dad would flip out on her. Honestly, as much as she hated school, she'd rather be here than be home. Everything she did was wrong in her father's book, and he was always angry at her. Sometimes her teachers would get mad at her too, but all they did was yell, her father does more than that.

At the end of the day, the only peace she found was when she got home from school. Her father was still at work and she had some time to herself to be alone. No yelling, no fighting, no hitting... Until he got home. If he had a bad day, Sam would be the one to take the heat, if it was a good day, she was off the hook. Sam wished all days were good days.

Sometimes, she wished she could be alone forever.


The fact that I love to torture these character O.o

Sooo give me some feedback... NICE feedback. No need to make me cry and add to all my teenage angst.

Yeah, so, review please and all that jazz :P