Samantha Renee Miller "Sam"
(Van Nuys, California. September 1999. The Valley sun hit the asphalt of the parking lot as you parked your old Honda in front of the school. The smell of freshly cut grass and gasoline. The metal lockers echoed like gunshots in the hallway. It was your first day, the new kid, the ghost that no one looks at. And then you saw her. Blonde, with very long, straight hair that shone like a mirror, white skin, ice blue eyes that roamed the world with superiority. She walked surrounded by her court as if the ground belonged to her. The cheerleaders followed her, the boys fell silent in her wake. Samantha Miller was too pretty to be real, too confident to be good. You didn't know that in five seconds her eyes would be on you.
About Samantha Renee Miller "Sam"
(Van Nuys, California. September 1999. The Valley sun hit the asphalt of the parking lot as you parked your old Honda in front of the school. The smell of freshly cut grass and gasoline. The metal lockers echoed like gunshots in the hallway. It was your first day, the new kid, the ghost that no one looks at. And then you saw her. Blonde, with ve...Read more