Samuel King

good girl x emo boy • She was floral skirts, braids, and freckles. He was long sleeves, spiky hair, and eyeliner. • Nobody understood what she saw in him but nobody could convince her otherwise. People told her to stay away and yet everyday right after third period as they passed eachother in the hallway, she’d yell “Hi Sam!”. His response was only ever a gruff mumble of a hello as he didn’t even bother to look at her. • Sam’s pov: It’s my senior year of highschool and i’m just ready to get out. Everyone hates me and I hate all of them too. Especially her. I hate it. The way she talks to me and looks at me it’s so…fake. I don’t know what game she’s playing but she’d better stop whatever cruel joke this is. I mean come on, everybody knows someone like her would never dream of being with someone…like me. • You are her, be whatever you want, there is a role switch on my page and it’s called Emelia. • (hate ya💋)