" Hey " greeted Sam from beside my locker after our first period . " Oh hey ! "
" I hope you're doing better, " said Sam, making me smile . " I am . Thanks . "
People always asked how I was doing after what happened . Obviously - not good but it was like formality now . But I was thankful that he didn't ask how I was doing .
" Where were you in the morning ? " I asked as I shut my locker and started walking - Sam followed .
" Oh uh - Mr. Yem needed some help, " he replied .
" With what ? " I asked as I held my books tightly .
" Uh - " he replied nervously, making me stop and look at him .
" What is it ? " I asked as I laughed lightly .
" You know the posters that you made for the play ? " he asked .
" Yeah ? "
" Mr. Yem asked me to throw it away, " he said cautiously .
" Throw it away ??? " I asked as I looked at him in horror .
" I know I know - I'm sorry . " he said softly .