SAM'S POV.

Hmmm...I groan at the uncomfortable feeling of light hitting my face.

With a groan I roll on my stomach, the hard solid object underneath only makes it worst.

Dang it. Did I fall off the bed while asleep.

I move my hand on the cold floor, feeling for my bed frame to no avail. I couldn't have fallen too far could I?

I guess it's the whole universe asking me to shut it up and go get ready for school.

With a grunt I push myself up to a sitting position. Spreading my libs out until I feel the satisfaction run through me.

My hand moves to shield my eyes as soon as it comes in contact with the raw light rays.

Almost shitty. I only have one window in my room but the light seems to be coming from all direction.

Did I?.....no am freaking sure I slept at home last night.

Putting my hand away, I slowly adjust to the light. A blur face, merely a breath away from mine.

Fucking hell? I blink repeatedly, hoping it will clear my foggy vision.

Slowly the features starts to unfold.

Unkept black hair, ragged skin, rough brows, a pair of lazy looking black eyes, down to a flat nose that holds under a moustache and then there is the protruding lips.

I move away from the figure, getting a good look at his overall shape which isn't so good. "What in fuck. Who the fuck are you?"

God...how the fuck did I get here? Why the fuck in hell is there a shitty psychopath in front of me?

Wait....was I kidnapped?

No...that can't be. Am a very light sleeper. Or so I think.

"Am your Mr Right ...." He smile fully moving closer while I crawl back. "The one chosen for you. The first person your eyes open to."

'the first person your eyes open to.'

"The freaking wish." I mutter to myself. "That shitty, freaking, skinny bitch."

I had a bad feeling about that wish.

"Damn, damn. Shit damn it." My back hits the wall, his smile growing to his ear.

Finally getting to me, he crunch down to my height, placing a arm at both sides.

Trapping me.

No..no. no...no..
No...no..no..no..
No..no..no..no..

"Cynthia......."

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"What? I said I am sorry." Cynthia pleads her back tightly pressed against my double door closet. "It's just a wish Sammy, why so angry about it?"

"I know. I know that Cynthia. Just let me strangle you." I close the space between us, putting both of my hand out. Ready to take action. "Just for a minute. You won't die. I promise."

I will make you feel just how I felt when those wrinkled eyes looked down on me.

"But it wasn't on purpose. I just wanted to help you." Her teeth's rockets against each other, her baby blue eyes turning dark with fear.

"I don't care....just let me...."

"I am so...so...sorry. I am really sorry Sammy. Please don't kill me. I will help you. I can help you.." She begs.

Help me with what? My life is fucking doomed.

"How?" I watch her keenly, incase it's just a trick to escape.

"I have an idea. Am fucking sure it will work." She states desperately. Her eyes never leaving mine, she opens the closet, tossing to me a thick fabric.

"A hoodie?" I pop a brow in confusion.

"All we have to do is protect you from seeing anybody for just today." She explains. "Take it that you are medusa, as far as you don't look at someone, they won't turn into stone...."

That....is one hell of a brilliant idea. Who knew my little bestie have been capable of thinking?

I throw on the big, green hoodie already laid out for me, pulling it over my head to cover the rest of my face. Turning back to face Cynthia. "What if the plan fails?"

"It won't." She snorts regaining her composure. "I am the best at what I do you know."

I can't take chances. What if I end up with one of the teachers as my Mr right? Or the school cleaner? Or maybe one of my most hated enemies?

"But what if it fails?" I stare at her sternly.

"It won't."

"Then if it does you will have to act as my personal slave for a weak. All lunches on you."

"What? A week? A whole week"  She yells, slapping a hand over her mouth when I glare at her.

"Do you rather prefer dying by my hands?" I won't mind.

"Okay. Okay. I will do it." She groans, her mouth shooting out in annoyance.

"Let's go. Or we will be late for class." I grab my bag, heading for the door. Her footsteps closely behind me.

"Hyuym...him..shdum..dnj..." She keeps muttering lots and lots of nonsense behind me as we both walk down the stairs.

Probably cursing my existence.

Getting to the end of the stairs, i make a sharp turn into the kitchen.

"Good morning to my people." I greet in a broad voice.

"Morning Mom." Cynthia runs past me, hopping on the white counter. I glare at her choose of words, a smile tugging on the side of her lips. Evil bitch.

I hate it. Hate the fact that she calls mom the same way I do. Why do I get to share a mom with my best friend? Why can't she refer to mom as Mrs Atticus just like Tommy does?

"Good morning Sam and my favourite Cyn." Mom chirps with a full smile, humming to a sam smith song. I can't seem to remember the name.

"Late on your first day of school as usual." She shakes her head in amusement, then skillfully slides two plates of bacons over to us. "And what's with the hoodie sweety?"

"Just feel like covering more today." I lie with a light shrug.

I glare at Cynthia who got the chance to pick before I do. "I want your plate."

She got the bigger share. Smiling slyly.

"What?" She scowls. "It's mine."

"But...."

"If you two don't shut it and her out of my house right now....I will."

"Good morning." All head snaps to the door as she walks in a fictional, pure, white, ball gown.

Just like the angel she isn't.

"Morning angle." Mom reply to her greeting sending a bright smile along. She seems to have forgotten what she was going to say before the little devil interrupted.

Speak of the devil. Her whole demeanour changes when she glance my way sending me a smirk.

Ask me, why the fuck a five year old knows how to smirk and I will smatch my head against a rock. A very hard one.

"Huh...we are running really late." Cynthia grabs my hand, making her way for the door as she drags me along. "Thanks for the breakfast mom."

"But am not done eating." I whine, watching my bacons disappear behind the doors of the kitchen.

No...my bacons. No...

No matter how hard I try to fight I still end up losing and been thrown into the passenger side of a white spyder.

"Thank goodness. I am safe." Cynthia breaths out from beside me.

"Do you really think so?" I smile sweetly, not bothering to hide the murderous intent behind it.

She rid me of breakfast, just for what. To get away from little devil Sofy.

Well I won't blame her after the little devil shaved off her brows during a sleepover.

Ever since then my best friend made it a mission to avoid the five years old girl with all cost.

"Lunch on me." My ears perk up at her words.

"All we have to do is get you through the day. Unseen." Cynthia states then looks over to me. "That's supposed to be easy right?"

"I think." I reply hesitantly.

I don't care if I make it through or not, but I beg of you God. Please don't let it be anyone one of the football squad who sees my face first.

Anyone. But not them.