• I crouched behind the table at school. She saw me, Sam saw me, the evil girl she was. I crawled under the book shelf, I was safe this time. I had to hide from her, I was nine, but the rest of the girls were eleven. It was the end of fifth grade, and i was two years younger than everybody else. I tried to get out, but just as i poked my head out, she almost caught me, and Sam didn't see. I hid. Longer, and longer until the teacher pulled me out. I had to see her, Sam's piercing gray eyes tore a hole in my jacket, i could see the burnt inside layer. Her tightly braided hair down to her waist could easily be a noose. That's why I run from her, noose hair, Sam.