Oakland School, chapter 6

"Angus, thats a weird name," one of their guys friends said.

"Well, he was born in Scotland," I said.

"I thought you were only German, and Irish," Kristen said, with her arm wrapped around Steve.

"Well, you know how, when your parents or some one is really close to some one, and always hangs out with them, so you see them around a lot and, they say its your uncle or aunt. You know." I answered.

"Oh..." Everyone said in unison.

"Ok, now lets see you on drums. I made this song a while ago, but we are going to wait until we are famous, so we can put it on a record or whatever. Its called 'Dominated Love Slave'." Tre said.

So they showed me how to play that part. We started playing, and I was pretty good. They wanted to test my skills, by playing faster. So then they wanted it
Even more faster. So then, I got tired, and went faster then them. "Try to keep up now!" I shouted while playing song. They smiled. We finally finished. I went up to get another drink, when I came down, they were doing something I wish never done.

They were looking at my old video tapes of me, they weren't watching them, yet. They were reading the labels.

"'Sam Ballet', 'Sam Ice-skating', 'Sam Play', wow, theres multiple plays. Sam Dance Recitals, and umm... Sam Cheerleading, Age 5," Tre read off of the video tapes.

"Ok, here's one 'Sam Skate Demo. ' you know we should watch all these," Adie said.

"No! Those are old, you don't want to watch them," I said.

"No, we are gonna watch them, these sound hot!" Tre said.

I gave him a disgusted face. "I don't want you wacking off to me!" I said. "I love it when your Irish voice talks dirty!" Tre said, while giggling.

Then I heard my dogs bark from outside. I let them in, they greeted everyone, and then left somewhere in the house. "What are their names?" Anastasia asked.

"The big fat one is Jerry, and the smaller one is Betty. They breed, but haven't in a while because their getting too old," I said.

"What kind are they?" Sarah asked.

"German Shepards." I answered.

"Ok, lets start the movies. First, number one out of the six ice skating videos." Tre said.

I sat there watching helplessly. It showed me in this skimpy blue thing that the ice skater girls wear. I did twists, and jumps, and all kinds of crazy stuff. I put my leg up near my head, while skating on one foot, and the music I was skating to, was 'TNT' by AC/DC. I know, its my song.

We watched my cheerleading when I was five. I hate those things, they are the past and I hated doing it. I liked ice skating though.

"Aww..Sam, you look so cute when you are five!" Adie said.

"I agree," Tre said.

We watched my ballet, where I did splits and everything. Then my plays. I was singing, and then a part came where a kid tried groping me, so I punched him. Then you could hear my dad say, "Thats my girl!". So we watched everything, except the skate demo, I hid it, for a reason.

"Can you still bend that way?" Tre asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"Do a split! Do a split!" Tre said.

"Fine," I said sounding mad. I took off my shoes, and started to slide down on the floor, until I did the split.

"Oh, shit!" Tre said.

"Woah," everyone else said.

"Your real good at singing too," Billie said.

"Oh shucks!" I joked. They asked for the beer, and I said we don't have any, because its cheap, and we only drink it when we are desperate. I also said, it is a guys' drink. We were all real drunk and I said they could spend the night. One of my friends Maria left with her boyfriend Jack. I think I know what they are up to.

I went up to my room, I had to get ready for bed, and then take my meds before I went to bed. When I was taking my meds, Adie came in on me taking them.

"Sorry, why are you taking those?" Adie asked.

"Umm...well...you know, I like cheese, I think..." I said trying to change the subject. "Spill it, tell me why your taking them," she said sounding worried.

"Ok, ok, but you cant tell anyone. Ok, this one, is for bad period cramps. And this one is for..."
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