"MOM, DAD!" Sam shot up with a gasp for air when she realized it was only a dream. But this dream she has been having, has happened every since that day. The day her parents died in a horrific car accident. She was in the car as well, back seat and save. She was in the hospital for about a month. She has bruises still and most of the cuts and wounds have healed. But the scar of seeing her parents die right in front of her, that, will always stay with her. Light blue eyes flickered around her surroundings. Birds were chirping, cars going, dogs barking, kids crying. These, were the streets of Michigan. The place were Sam now lives. She has no job, nor a car, so she has to live on these streets. She has a guitar, and she plays that at the fountain in the main street square, that's where she gets most of her money. But that's not to much, seeing as how old she is, she gets these dirty looks when people walk by and she is begging for money.
She believes she doesn't have the skills to get a job, and she just turned sixteen about a few weeks ago. So that was another problem, most of the jobs, you had to be sixteen in order to work there. Now, it's the start of school, so if she were to get a job she'd have to get an after school job. She lied about saying her parents were out of town, so she signed her own papers to be able to get into school. But it was about seven in the morning and it's the first day of school, so she needs to get going if she wanted to get to school on time. She stood from the ground wipping off the dirt. She wore a long denim skirt, and a bright red t-shirt. Her hair was messy and tied back into a ponytail. That's how she slept, She grabbed her backpack, it contained another pair of clothes, sandles, a hair brush and a toothbrush. That's what she could salvage when she went back to her house. Afriad of getting caught by the police, she decided to just grab those few things and head on her way. She wore tennis shoes because they were more comfortable, but sometimes it got hot so she had the sandles for then. Tossing it over her shoulder, she then grabbed her guitar case and started on towards school.
She had no time for breakfast, she had to get to school, and fast. She stopped a few minutes to brush her hair back into a ponytail. Even if she was homeless, she wasn't going to look it. She already was going to be made fun of for wearing skirts, she didn't need to be made fun of for being homeless either. School started at eight and it was already seven-thirty. She quickly jogged on her way and got to the school with about fifteen minutes to spare. The stares have already started, but she learned to ignore them. They didn't bother her. First stop, the main office to get her schedule, map of the school, and to get her locker number and combination. She just hoped she doesn't get a locker that's next to the bathrooms. Those were horrible, she doesn't even know why they made the lockers by the bathrooms! Sam walked into the office, thankfully there was no line. Probably because people were quicker and got their stuff first so they can stand and hang out before school started. Smart. She walked up, gave the woman the information she needed. With a few minutes typing on the computer and some printing, she was then handed some papers.
"Thank you" a small but silent voice spoke out as she nodded with a small smile to the woman. Her voice was naturally soft, she didn't speak much to begin with. Her sneakers were light and silent on the floors as she navigated with the map of the school to find her locker. She looked up to see her locker.....right next to the boys bathroom. Great, just like she didn't want. Oh well, she can't really argue, she always gets the bad side of things. She set her guitar case down, and started puting her locker combination into the lock. But it seemed to not be working. She couldn't figure it out. "Stupid locker" she muttered under her breath.