1 Prologue

Sam’s POV *******

My feet were running as fast as I could but I couldn't catch up. I guess this was the consequence of not working out.

I was lost in a simple garden and I stopped for air.

I suddenly heard a strange voice, "You're so slooooooow. Run a bit more"

I wanted to glare at the owner of the voice but I just sat down, exhausted.

I saw the voice. Wait, no.

I saw the owner of the voice.

She had smooth brown skin, with thick black curly hair and the most unique pair of brown eyes.

They looked like emptiness... Nothing but black holes. They were really dark.

It made me keep on staring at her.

"Oy! Quit staring. There's nothing on my face" she snapped

I snapped out of my trance and turned away.

She sat next to me and sighed "You're as cold as ice"

I turned to look at her, my face showing a blank emotion.

She looked up to the sky and spoke loudly with determination.

"I'm going to boil you!"

What the?!

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I woke up drenched with sweat. The same dream again. I had forgotten her face again.

It was always the same thing. I kept on hanging out with this weird girl and she always said the creepiest things every night before I woke up.

I stood up and got ready for breakfast.

My dad was on the couch reading news on his phone while my mom set the table.

"Oh, Sam. I was just about to call you. Help me with the table, yeah? I made your favorite" she chirped with a bright smile.

I kept my blank expression "Ok"

My mother was a bit hurt but she hid it well.

"Morning mom, morning dad" I greeted.

My dad bellowed "Samuel Lenard! A wonderful morning it is my boy. Did you sleep well?"

I winced at his cringy effort to make me smile.

"Yes"

"Want to tell us about it?"

"No. What's there to talk about sleep?" I said bluntly.

My parents were hurt. Ever since I got into the 7th grade, I had turned into this blunt emotionless robot they called son.

I didn't care about anyone because they were not worth caring about. They never cared about me, they only cared about what I had that could possibly benefit them. I just focused on studying and making it in life for my family. They seemed to miss the son that was playful and popular among his peers.

That Sam was gone. I was gone.

I was done with breakfast after skillfully dodging all my parent's questions in an attempt to start a conversation with me.

Today was a Sunday. I was going to my room to study.

"We love you, son" I heard my mom say from the dining.

I closed the door and sighed.

I looked into my mirror and ran my hands through my dark brown locks. I’ve been like this for nearly 5 years. I’m in 11th grade now. I’m currently 18 years...

What am I doing?

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Angel’s POV *******

I read the text over and over again. I was squealing with joy.

My best friend, Richie, had gotten the new cartoon that I had been drooling over ever since I saw the trailer two months ago.

I immediately called her and screamed.

"Ow! Is rupturing someone's ears your new way of saying thank you? If so, I think I'm going to reconsider buying that toy for you" her voice echoed from the other side.

"Oh my gosh. Thank you! Thank you! thank you! Thank you so much baby!" I squealed

"Of cou..."

My voice dropped and the tone was scary "And don't you dare back out on me. You know I earned that toy fair and square."

"Yeah, by cheating fair and square"

"I call it fair and a circle trying to be a square" I chimed.

There was silence on the phone and I heard Richie sigh.

"Why do I hang out with you? I don't even understand what you just said!"

"You don't get it, forgerrit baby" I said with my lively tone.

"So, you're coming over to my house to watch it with me right?" She asked.

"You kidding? Even if you live on the moon! I'd come!" I yelled.

"Angel! Keep your voice down if you even think of going outside the house with your head still attached to your body" I heard my mom's voice.

"Oops. Sorry, mom" I apologized.

Richie snorted "Serves you right, you noisy troll"

"Oh, come on. Where's the vibe without the voice?"

"Alright, you creep. I can't believe you'd make such a huge fuss over a silly cartoon"

Richie chuckled.

"Hey! Can't blame me if I'm one of the cartoon freaks!"

"You're obsessed with them. You prefer cartoon romance to actual movie romance"

"Well, the movies are too real. I live in an abstract world, baby" I said

"Abstract my foot. You live in a freak show. You never give movies a chance"

" I gave them. They just refused the chance given" I complained

"Are you even listening to yoursel..."

Richie paused for a minute, then she sighed.

"Whatever, Angie. Just get to my house okay? The one that's not on the moon"

"It would be nice if it were though." I muttered

Richie huffed "I heard that. You're distracted again! For once can you just set a goal and achieve it without any side tracks?"

"You know I have a goal I'm focused on. I'm gonna be the next Walt Disney!"

"You lunatic" she breathed.

"Huh, you're right, Richie. Luna would have made such a better name for me. Better than Angel right?"

"Angie, you have exactly 15 minutes to get your ass in my house or else, I'm deleting it"

"Come on, baby. Don't be like that!" I whined

"Too late!" And she ended the call.

I gulped and quickly got set to go out.

My mom shook her head when she saw me going up and down the stairs trying to remember what I forgot.

"You really don't know what you're doing, huh?"

I smiled "I know what I'm doing?"

"Really? And what is that?" She asked with a smirk.

”I know that I absolutely do not know what I’m doing!”