'Sam was scared. Her first time back in Indiana after being down in Tennesse for so long. Probably nobody rememberes Her. Besides, it's 5th grade, and everybody is already with a clique. Clique. She hates Cliques. Why did she have to come up here with her grandmother anyway? Well, she know why, but still. She could already hear them laughing at her. Well, here it is. B-7. Sam hoped they liked her.' As soon as Sam walked in, She could hear the kick-kicking of the 4 girls on the windowsill, and 1 boy. They were THE clique. They had to be.
"Girls, Brandon, how many times have I told you not to get up there! Down, all of you!" Their Teacher angrily yelled.
"Mrs. Churchbell?" She nerviously asked.

"Oh, you must be Samantha! Come in, come in. Class this is Samantha Cane ?"
"Craine ." She corrected her.

"Whatever. Please sit, anywhere you want." As soon as Sam looked for a seat, the girl that had gotten in trouble before looked curious. She was a blonde, And the center of ALL the attention. She got a smirk on her face,

and pushed the girl beside her out of the chair.
"Oh, Sammy...." She cleared a seat for her- Her! Of all people! She sat down. While she put her stuff up, The girl behing her, another Blonde, tapped her shoulder.

Ok,............ I'll reply...... Again.......

The girl handed her a note. it said:
"What are you doing? She isn't a part of our clique! She's not a part of anybodies clique! If she sits by you, the next thing you know, everybodies going to be thinking, "Oh, well if that new girl can get in the Supes, we can, too!" What were you thinking? Write back!" She scribbled down her answer, quicky folded it up and put it back on her desk.