Entry 8: Silly Sammy
It was a week after the alley incident with Maxwell and the Baron.
But everything was normal. Not a single word leaked about what happened that day.
By Monday, I was back at school, standing outside the classroom with a book in hand, when Maxwell showed up.
He wasn't goofy this time. No odd jokes or lazy comments. He just said:
"Hey Frederick, how are ya?"
And that's when I knew something was off.
Ever since that day, Maxwell had never called me Frederick. It was always Fred, Freddy, or Fredo.
Weird, right? He was a weird one.
I wanted to ask what was wrong, but something else caught my attention at the end of the hall.
The girls' changing room.
What the hell was going on?
That's when I saw him—the boy everyone would later know as Silly Sammy.
"Sorry, sorry! I really didn't think anyone would be… I mean, I didn't know this was the ladies' changing room—ha ha ha!" His laugh was awkward, nervous.
Sammy wasn't your average teenager.
He was hot—scratch that, he was the hottest boy in the class. Red curly hair, bright eyes, perfect smile. He had the kind of look every girl wanted.
Except for one tiny problem.
He was in a wheelchair.
Yep. He'd been in an accident, broke his spine, and never walked again. But Sammy didn't care. He embraced it. He embraced who he was.
He even gave himself his nickname. During freshmen introductions, he smiled and called himself Silly Sammy. Not because of his pervy antics (though yeah, he was always trying to peek at panties), but because he decided that was his name.
Sorry if I'm talking too much about him. But I can't treat Sammy like some NPC in my story. He'd never forgive me.
He always wore a smile.
He always annoyed the soccer team.
He always got mocked.
But one thing never left him—
that smile.
Not creepy. Not fake. Just… strong enough to hide the pain.
That day, he said something I'll never forget.
After that, I never saw or heard his voice again.
"Frederick… it's starting to hurt."
I looked at him, confused.
"What's starting to hurt? Are you having a seizure?"
"No, you dummy." He said smacking me on the head
" I mean—it hurts pretending everything's okay. Acting like I don't hear what people say. Smiling when I'm not happy.
There are so many things that I would love to do
But I can't, I just can't I don't blame anyone for what happened but i just wished that for a day I could walk again."
I want to run. I want to rip off my shirt and throw it to the girls on the football field. I want to learn how to drive, I want to get into fight with the Boys Soccer team, I want to go with you all to the beach.
There is just so much I want to do but...it's not happening
That's why Freddy I love imagination,the only limitation to anything u want is you, when I talk to girls I imagine being over six feet with golden eyes and six abs,when I talk to you guys I imagine being like a mentor.or a guru of some kind."
He said trying to laugh but his emotions betrayed him,
His eyes glistened with tears. His voice breaking down ,I could feel his pain.
And still—he smiled through it.
And what did I say?
Nothing,
We just cried like a couple of princesses ,
I should have assured him it was going to be fine
I should have held him and smiled.
What he wanted to hear was: I'm here for you.
And I didn't say that.
I just hope he doesn't hate me for that.
Sammy was a crucial part of this story. And I'll make sure you know about him.
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Back to the incident.
After convincing the girls that he really didn't know it was the changing room, they forgave him—because he was hot, handsome, and in a wheelchair.
He rolled out, passing me, eyes locked on mine before heading to his class.
He was in Class 1-D. I was in Class 1-A.
Later that day, in the cafeteria, I saw him again. A girl set his lunch tray on his lap. He thanked her, then rolled straight toward me.
"Hey, you saw that, right?" he asked.
I stayed silent, hoping he'd leave.
"If I'm lucky, I'm getting a BJ by the end of the day. Who knew high school girls were this easy to fool? I should've come here sooner."
He stared at me for a while. Then smirked.
"You're not gonna say anything? Figures. Nerds never do."
The word froze me.
Do I really make it that obvious?
"How… how do you know?" I asked.
He grinned.
"First, you're the only guy I've seen wearing old-man glasses. Second, your shoes look like a banker's. Third, your shirt's buttoned all the way up. And let's not forget—you're the only one wearing a tie."
Did all that really make me a nerd? I just dressed according to the school's regulation—
Okay, fine. I see why I'm a nerd.
Before I could reply, Maxwell and Emily came over.
Maxwell and Sammy stared each other down. A silent stand-off.
Then Sammy grinned.
"Oh my God, you're gorgeous. Like a prince. It's like standing in front of an idol."
Maxwell blushed.
"You're just saying that. With a face like yours, I bet you could get any girl you want. Absolutely any girl. You're like Justin Bieber 2.0."
"Really? You really think so?" Sammy said, holding his cheeks dramatically.
This went on for a solid minute.
Emily and I exchanged glances, watching them like two teenage girls who just got asked to prom.
And that was the day they became friends. Close friends.
That day was also one of the best days of my life—
because I got to see my two best friends and the girl I liked, all together, for the first time.
(Back to reality)
Peter ? Mia said her face solemn
Yes ? Peter replied in the same worn out tone
Why do I feel that everything that happened in this journal wasn't meant for us to read? She said.
Peter looking up replied.
" I guess it does feel that way Why do u ask? Are u feeling bad for checking into the old man's secrets. He said teasingly
Don't think about it too much, if it was something he didn't want found out , he wouldn't have left it that easy to find. And rent out his cabin to dad...besides ,this just means we have to return it back no matter what got it.?"
He said rubbing her head gently.
" Yes",She replied
" let's go it's getting kinda late
Mom is probably worried sick.