Remember Me? **Sequel to Cyberbullied**

Its been about 3 years since Samantha had seen her past highschool buddies and boyfriend. But what happens when the boys held a contest? Will they remember Samantha? Will 3-year-old promises be still kept..?

**Sequel to Cyberbullied**


3. Makeup

Today is just another day, started like every other one. Tomorrow is the day when One Direction pick the winner. As I thought of this, I went into my new bathroom. I looked in the mirror, I saw a bruise on my face where Kevin had hit me. I found some of my mom's makeup and covered the bruise as much as I could, you can still see some purple if you looked really close, but nobody looks at directly.


I went downstairs to find my mother cooking, Gabby on her new phone, and Kevin watching tv. As I was on my way to say morning to my mom, I passed by Kevin, he grabbed a grip of my wrist and placed his index figer over his lips, indicating that I keep quiet. I feared him, every time he got nearer, I flinched. I looked at his nose, there was a pice of some bandage on it. Probably from where I elbowed him, he deserved it.


"Morning" I said to Gabby as I moved away from Kevin.

"Hey, what's the password for the wifi? I lost connection" she answered, looking at her phone the whole time.

"I don't know, just look on the back of the little box."

"Yea..ok..thanks" Gabby answered, gitting up from the dinning table.


"Hi mom" I greeted. 

She smiled, and nodded. 

"How was work yesterday?" I asked.

"Fine." She replied, while she placed bacon in a pan.

"Your not tired?"


"How has your--"

"Samantha, stop asking me questions!"

"Sorry." I moved my hair out of my face.

"Why are you wearing makeup?" She said, pointing at my cheek.

"Um..pimple" I lied.

"You hesitated, you lied" she said as she licked her thum to take off the makeup.


"What happened? " she asked. When she said this, Kevin walked in.

"I fell and hit myself on the corner of my lamp table." I quickly lied.

"You and your fathe- I mean Kevin hit yourselves" she said going back to cooking.


"Yea" I said.



It was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, meaning i needed to be going to work. I got ready,dressed, I reapplied some makeup on my bruise, and grabbed my work nametag. Work was ok, it was slow business day. I saw some teenaged girls, maybe 15?


"Hi may I help you young ladies? " I asked.

"Matter of fact yes, can you point me to where the sweaters are?" One of them said with their British accent. I felt so weird with my american one.


"In the back" I replied. 

"Thank you very much" another one answered. 


I felt like an outsider at work, or anywhere really. Why? Well everybody at work knows each other, are either blonde or brunettes , and have british accents. And me, well I have black dyed hair, American accent, and scares on my wrist. Only one person saw my cuts, and that was an old lady with her daughter, the only reason why she saw them way because my glove had slipped off. I still remember that day..




"Hello darling, can you help me pick some clothing for my daughter?" The old lady asked with her sweet british accent.

"Of cource." 


I grabbed a shirt from the one of the racks, I felt something pulling me, I didn't mind too much.


"Here you go m'am" I said as I passed the shirt the old lady. She looked at me and pulled me into a hug.


"Sweety you are beautiful and young, don't harm yourself" the old ladt whispered, pullung away from the hug. I stood confused. I glanced at my arm, my glove had fallen off. I quickly picked picked it up from the floor and placed back on.


"Mum, can we buy this one?" Her daughter cut me off.

"Cource darling, anything for your 25 birthday" 

"Here, it's on the house, think of it as a birthday gift." I said handing her outfit in a bag.


"Thank you" I whispered to the old lady, as they both walked out of the store.


**Flashback Over**

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