The streets weren't crowded in the slightest bit, and it seemed like everyone has disappeared suddenly. The Starbucks wasn't even crowded, and that seemed very unusual. Well, to Sam it did anyway. She walked straight up to the counter, looking up at the large variety of drinks that she could order. She looked back down at the girl standing there and ordered Cinnamon Dolce Latte. She hadn't had one of those in some time, and she was sort of craving one, at the moment. She paid for her drink, then walked down to wait at the counter for her drink.

The guy standing behind the counter handed her the drink, setting it on the counter in front of her. She smiled and said a small", Thank you," then went and sat down at a table right next to the window. She sat there watching a few cars go by every few minutes. She sipped the hot drink, feeling it burn in her throat as it traveled down to her stomach. She saw some people come in, glancing over at the few people who had entered. They were older women, none that Sam just might happen to know. Sighing, she turned back to the window, waiting for something but she didn't know just exactly what it was.

[[OOC- Sorry it's so short..Couldn't think of what else to write]]

The place was starting to slowly fill up with people, but it wasn't very crowded, still. The drink rested in Sam's hand, the steam finally stopped rising from the little hole in the lid. She brought the drink to her lips and took a gulp, glad that it had cooled down enough for her to be able to taste the drink itself. She looked back around the coffee shop, noticing that the girl standing at the counter looked sort of familiar. She looked like a girl who was in sports at school, maybe one who was sort of a jock. She studied her, looking her up and down to see if she could figure out where she knew her from. Shrugging her shoulders, Sam turned her attention back to the window. She wished she had someone there to talk to, someone to keep her mind from wandering about things that she didn't want to think about. Her mind started to drift away, Sam trying all she could to bring it back to think about something else. Coming back to reality, she placed the cup back on the table in front of her. She reached into her over sized purse and pulled her iPhone out. She touched the screen and started to read what was going on in the world all around her. She wasn't normally one for reading the paper, but it was a good time for a change. She still had some time until school started again, but she was still curious as to what could be going on around her. Se didn't learn any of this at school, so what bad could it do her?

After she had finished reading the front page of the New York Times, she flipped over to check her text messages. Her mother had never texted her back, and Sam was glad that she didn't. Her mother became overbearing sometimes, but she always regained herself after it had happened. Sam tried to keep her mother calm and collected, and, luckily, it worked most of the time. She started to play one of the games that she had downloaded onto her phone, trying to pass the time.

This stupid game. I never win this, Sam thought, dying on only the second level. She grunted in disappointment, sad that she had only made her way to the second level. It was one of the hardest games she had on her phone, but she liked it. It presented a challenge, making her want to beat it even more. Sighing, she started the game over,making her way through the first level easily. She smiled to herself, finding that the first levels of the game were starting to become easier to her. It had taken her a while to beat just the first level, but she was almost done with the second level now. Her fingers gripped the phone tightly, Sam getting anxious to beat the level that she had been aiming to defeat for a while. Breaking the last tile, Sam smile, whispering a small," Yes, before continuing onto the third level. this level was lot harder, and she wasn't ready for it. She started it, not knowing what she was getting into, but dying almost as soon as she had started. Grunting, Sam started the game over. She had no idea that there was someone else sitting at the table with her until the girl spoke. Sam paused her game and looked up at the blond headed girl in front of her. Sam knew that she had seen her before, but she couldn't pin point on where. Sam smiled when the girl asked if she took Spanish I. Sam had taken that class, only because she had already done so much in French and German that she felt it was time for a change. She loved that class, but not as much as she loved to learn new languages. She excelled in that class, and she was proud of herself. She nodded her head at the girl, still trying to think of where she could have seen her before."Yeah, I did take that class. I knew you looked familiar, but I'm trying to remember your name. It's not coming to me right now..." Sam trailed off, trying to think of the girl's name. She put her finger on her chin then snapped her fingers a second or two later." You're Lauren Herod. I knew that I had seen you before. I'm Samantha Henderson, if you don't remember, but I go by Sam." Sam smiled at Lauren, glad that she had found out who she was talking to. Sam looked Lauren up and down, trying to figure out why they might have not seen each other very much at school. Sam knew that she was a prep by the way she dressed, and Sam was as far from preppy as she could ever be. She was only a prep when she couldn't decide the clothes that she wore, but that all changed a few years after she started to pick out her own clothes. She smiled at Lauren, again taking a sip of her now warm drink.