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Samantha Evans- that’d be me. Preferrably Sam, but I don’t really hate my full name or anything.

I guess you could call me a child superstar burnout. Of course, I’m not a child anymore, though I can still play the part quite well.

When I was seven years old, my parents took me out to the Hard Rock Café, right in the Innher Harbor of Baltimore, Maryland. I remember this day perfectly, and not only because we got to sit at the guitar pick table. I sat devouring my delcious meal, saying anything that popped into my 7-year-old mind. My mom was giggling at anything that her only child was saying, while my dad was on his phone taking a call for work. Then minutes into my meal, a man who was about thirty began talking to my mother, telling her that he was looking for someone “just like her daughter” to star in his new movie. This man would later be my agent. His name? Howard Drescher; Howie for short.

My mother immediately took his business card and was jumping in excitement, waiting to tell my father when he returned.

This was the beginning of the argument between my parents that changed the rest of my life. My father who didn’t want me to throw my life into acting at the age of seven, left my mother that night, and didn’t come back. He called in the morning, letting me know that he was okay, but wouldn’t give a clear answer when I asked him when he was coming home.

My mother shed no tears over him and instead ccalled Howie right away. She told him that we would follow up on his offer.

And so I flew out to Hollywood, which would be my new home, my mom and Howie behind me. In the four years I lived there, I wasn’t making any choices. I never decided what movies I wanted to do; it was all up to my mother. I was in movie after movie and it never stopped, the whole time missing my father. When I was eleven and a half, I stopped begging my mom to take my dad back, and began wishing that I could stop doing an adult’s job and maybe go back to the way things were before Howie walked up to the guitar pick table. I didn’t want to act anymore, no matter how happy it was making my mom.

All my wishes came true when my mother and Howie got engaged. I threw a fit. I couldn’t believe my mom could betray my dad like that, even four years after. Furious at both of them, I demanded to move back to Baltimore, putting an end to my acting career. I really wasn’t a spoiled child. In fact, I wanted to move out because I didn’t want to live that sort of lifestyle.

I moved in with my dad in July. I was enrolled in Lutherville Middle School and was starting school that September.

During the summer, I got used to living with my dad again. My dad spoiled me, but not so much that I lost my original personality. As hard as it is to believe, I wasn’t a Hollywood child, but I wasn’t an antisocial brat either. My dad tried as hard as he could to bring me back into a normal kid’s life. He started by putting me on a soccer team. I loved playing soccer. However, putting me on an all-girls team was not the best idea. All the girls on my team were either:

a) shocked that I was there and too scared to talk to me.
b) disgusted that I would “throw away the perfect life” or
c) jealous that I had had a “perfect life” [and soccer skills ]

Although I was always a happy kid, except for the fit I threw when I found out about Howie and my mom, my dad could see that I wasn’t getting along very well with the girls. I wasn’t mean, of course, it was just an awkward start for me, so my dad put me on the co-ed team, which turned out to be all boys. The boys were a lot easier to get along with, considering that I had some talent.

When I started school as a sixth grader, the girls at school responded the same way as the girls on the soccer team. The ones who couldn’t believe I was actually there often tried to make small talk with me and I appreciated their efforts of being kind. However, the other girls chose to either completely ignore me or whisper about me when they thought I wasn’t listening.

During the second week of school, I sat at a lunch table alone, reading The Sisterhood Of the Traveling Pants. As I was reading, I saw something fly past my head. I looked in the direction it came from and saw a boy with a shocked and scared look on his face. I stared at him with a questioning look until he cracked a huge smile and motioned for me to come over. I stoop up slowly and hesitantly and sat next to him.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to hit you.”

“It’s aright,” I responded, smiling at the secretive tone he was using. “Who were you trying to hit, though?”

“Well,” he said, the smile on his face turning into a smirk. “The point of the game is to throw these,” he pointed to a plate of peas sitting on his lunch tray, “Ay kay ay mushy cafeteria peas, down their shirts.” I looked up to see who he was pointing at. The girls who had made me feel extremely awkward, self conscious, and unwelcome were sitting at the table behind the one I was originally sitting at. A smirk grew onto my face as the boy said, “Most of them stuff their bras so we’ll have a backboard.” He held the plate of peas out and I grabbed one, smirking right back at him. “Lock and load.”

And so, Jack Bassam Barakat became my best friend.

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i liiiiiiiiiiiiiiike xD

KATIE ILY FOR READING IT. =D
It'll get better I swear. e.e

I also like e.e'

JEMMAAAAAAAAAAA =D
WHOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ily guys. :]

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Originally posted by Cantos Rocket.:
JEMMAAAAAAAAAAA =D
WHOOOOOOOOOOO!
Ily guys. :]

lol omg I thought everyone here had forgot about me since I started lurking again xD

Hmm, sounds like a pretty good start.

JEMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Hello Catty Smithons. I like your story. I would love if you would continue it.

Love,
Melian

PS: u r 1 sexi gurl!!1!1!
:]

bump

WHOO CHAPTER TWO IS ON ITS WAY. :]

CHAPPY TAH TWO.

Ever since the day I had met Jack, we had been inseparable. Jack was the one who would push me up against the window of the shark tank, scaring me every time, at the Baltimore Aquarium. We went there countless times for field trips and sometimes just to hang out and watch the stingrays. But mainly, Jack was the one who made me forget about my Hollywood life. I wasn’t recognized as often and I loved hanging out with Jack. And I mean that in the most non-corny way ever. He helped me get to know the rest of the guys in the grade and advised me on who I should or shouldn’t like. We hung out at each other’s houses when we weren’t at school, and when we were at school we were normally separated for bursting out in fits of laughter due to perverted jokes that we constantly made out of everything the teachers would say. [For example: “Now class, I want you to think about this long and hard,” to which Jack would make a moaning sound.] I always picked Jack first when I was captain in gym class and vice versa. We had gone through everything together and experienced all the trends of our time.

The summer before eighth grade, Jack and I got really into the punk rock music scene, namely Blink 182, New Found Glory, and Third Eye Blind. After going to Warped Tour, we became OBSESSED. Hence, Jack’s spot of dyed hair, done by yours truly. After dying Jack’s hair, Mrs. Barakat flipped and grounded both of us (yes, she was like a second mother, literally). As soon as we were “grounded”, we ran up to Jack’s room and played Nintendo 64 for the rest of the night. It was probably the best punishment ever.

In late June of that summer, we met someone new.

“Samuelllllll!” Jack called to me as he circled me on his bike.

“Jacquelineeeeee!” I responded, picking up my bike and glaring at him.

“Let’s gooooo!” he whined, pretending to almost run into me. We were heading down to the park where we could either play in the skate park, disrupt the soccer practices occurring, or just hang out and do nothing.

“That’s what she said,” I murmered before racing down my driveway, checking my back every so often to see if he was catching up.

“You did NOT just ‘that’s what she said’ me!” Jack screamed to me while increasing his speed. I grinned back at him and turned so I was looking straight forward when I saw a moving truck parked outside one of the houses. I halted to a stop, curious. No more than two seconds later, I felt something whack my back wheel and I fell off my bike. I heard Jack giggling like the little girl that he was and started to stand up.

“Fucktard,” I mumbled at him, picking up my bike.

“Language, Sam,” he responded, a smirk growing on his face. “Wouldn’t wanna seem like a knocked up bitch to the new kid,” he continued, looking behind me. I turned around to come face to face with a boy with brown, medium length hair, wearing a Blink shirt.

“NUH UH,” I said, still staring at his shirt.

“Look, Sam, I know he’s got a hot bod and all but-“ Jack started, but stopped when I slapped him in the stomach, causing the new boy to laugh and Jack to clutch his stomach in pain. I looked at the boy after smiling in spite of myself and said “Hey, I’m-“

“You’re friggin’ Sam Evans!” the boy said, eyes wide with realization.

“Wow, people still recognize me,” I said, honestly shocked. I wasn’t used to it anymore.

“Well you still look pretty much the same; flat as a-“ Jack attempted, using his arms as shields for his stomach when I glanced back at him and whipped my arm out, causing the boy to laugh again.

“It’s not my fault that your breasts are bigger than mine,” I said, smirking as Jack supported his non-existant manboobs with his palms. “I swear he’s not always this gay,” I said turning back to the boy. “Okay, scratch that,” I smirked, receiving a flick in the forehead from Jack. “That’s Jack.”

“I’m Alex,” the boy introduced himself.

“So you like Blink, huh?” Jack questioned.

“Who doesn’t? They’re amazing live,” he answered. Mine and Jack’s jaws dropped.

“DID YOU SEE THEM AT WARPED?!” Jack yelled.

“YEAH! DID YOU?!” Alex yelled back, just as excited.

“HELL YES!” Jack and I exclaimed at the same time.

And so, Alexander William Gaskarth joined forces with Jack and I.

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OMG ALEX THAT SEXY MANWHORE ROFL
I LOVE YOU CATTY SMITHONS ;D
write moooooore *moans*

i say fucktard all the time xD
AND THE DAMN BOYS AT MY SCHOOL they say that
"thats what she said thing" x.x
ITS SO ANNOYING e.e'

well i love your story :]

IL THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
And ty Melian. =DDDDD

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bursting out in fits of laughter due to perverted jokes that we constantly made out of everything the teachers would say. [For example: “Now class, I want you to think about this long and hard,” to which Jack would make a moaning sound.]

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.
HAHAHAHAHHA.
HAHAHHAHAHAHAH.


mk i pretty much love this story like alot so if you dont update i will shove something unpleasant and pointy up your ass :]