'Morning babes.' Mike placed his arm around my shoulder before placing a delicate kiss on my lips. 'Morning Mike.' I smiled back. This was our morning routine and this was my life. I was a 16 year old girl called Samantha or as I preferred and got everyone to call me; Sam. I had short chestnut hair that ebbed at my jawline. I had a pale complexion, not really a looker but unlike a lot of the other girls from where I come from, I didn't really care about that. I was more of a tomboy, didn't really know the first thing about makeup, dresses, handbags. I mean the last time I wore a dress I must have been 12 and there is this embarrassing picture of me in the hallway. Honest to god it embarrasses me every time anyone comes in the house and spots it. My mum always goes 'Sam you'd be such a pretty young woman if you dressed accordingly.' And when she see's other girls my age 'Oh Samantha, isn't that dress beautiful, it would really suit you.' Yeah that wasn't me and it wasn't my style. I was the sporty one, would get stuck in with the guys playing a quick game of footie round the block or running another thing I really enjoyed. Sometimes I'd run with Mike; when he wasn't busy or making excuses not to. He had short ebony hair which he gelled. He was quite popular at school and tons of the girls fancied him. I think many of them wondered why someone like him would go out with someone like me; including my own mother. He was a good boyfriend though, really nice bloke and we got along, not quite like a house on fire, but he was a great mate.

'What you up to tonight?' 'Nothing I guess why?' I questioned pinching the bridge of my nose. 'I got something special planned.' He whispered in my ear, before tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. 'Sounds great.' I smiled back. 'Cool, pick you up at seven?' 'Yeah sure.' I kissed his cheek before making my way into school; being in the last year I had nearly finished my final exams and everyone was talking about their future and what they were planning on doing next year. I still had no clue like a lot of other things in life. 'And babes.' He shouted. I turned to face him. 'You'll be able to stay the night, considering it's a Friday and all. I cleared it with your mum.' My mum loved Mike to pieces, which made it easier to do things and go out because she pandered to him. 'Alright, look forward to it.' I grimaced, although Mike was my boyfriend, I really had wanted to go home; I had been planning a run, guess that was now cancelled. Stop moping I thought at least Mike cares about me. But back then I would have never really seen this as a sign.