Capricity
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SAMUEL HART
Sam was late for class. Normally this wouldn’t have concerned him, but this year, his Junior year, was different. It was a new school, with new people, in a new city. Seaview was the holy grail of schools on the east coast, and there was no chance in hell Sam would fit in.
Him even being here was hard to believe—a poor boy who lived with his single mother in Mississippi wasn’t very noteworthy, especially when most of the students at the school were the children of celebrities and politicians and important people. What did Sam have that they didn’t? Sure he could sing and was handy with a guitar and piano, but other than that?
Nothing. He had nothing.
That was why he couldn’t be late. His scholarship— and his chance to prove the whole world wrong—was on the line. Groaning, Sam slid out of bed, wincing at the absence of warmth that immediately bombarded him once outside the safety of his blankets.
On the other side of the room, his roommate Jack was still asleep, entangled in the absurd amount of blankets the older boy had brought with him. Sam was just glad he wasn’t the only one late, but he couldn’t very well leave him here. Striding across the room blearily, Sam flicked on the light and regretted it immediately as his eyes were flooded with bright white light.
“Psst, Jack,” Sam urged, face heating. The two hadn’t much of a chance to talk these last three days, since Sam had arrived, but he certainly seemed nice enough. “I...we’re late. You gotta get up,” he continued, looking desperately at the clock. 7:07.
“Seriously, Jackson,” Sam groaned, a hint of panic entering his voice. “We gotta go.”
Normally Samuel would have just left him here, but honestly? He had no clue where he was going and had been counting on Jack to show him around, or at least to his first class. After that the senior could ditch him, if he wanted.
Maybe coming here to New York was a mistake. Maybe he should have just sucked it up and gone to his crumbling old public highschool in his crumbling old town with no music department. Then at least he wouldn’t be late and quite frankly on the verge of a panic attack.
Man, this sucked.
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