It'll be too late ;; a story by triplewaltzjump

Behind those brown eyes, was a real, living, breathing, person.
She had one friend that listened to her, a boy name Samuel.
He was only 10 years old and she was 9.
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Chapter 1

They had been neighbors for 3 years.

On windy fall day, Angela was resting on the red bench. It was far away from the school, the playground, and the people. Sam noticed her sitting all alone with a big, purple-black bruise on her arm. He walked over smiling at her.

"Hi."
Angela glanced at his face. Nobody that mattered ever talked to her. She was trapped in her head.
"What do you want?" she shyly and quietly asked looking away.
"Uhhh, me...I was just looking around and saw you here all alone. Don't you have any friends?
"Nobody wants to be friends with me," she glumly replied.
"I'm sure your not THAT bad," he said. "Where did you get that big bruise on your arm? It looks like it must of hurt."
"Umm, Uh..I just.." Angela stammered,"I fell down the stairs."
"Ouch."
"Hah, yea, I'm kinda clumsy," she quickly said.
"That must stink. My name is Samuel, but people just call me Sam."
"Sam?" Questioned Angela with a desperate look in her eyes.
"Yes....?"
"My life is probably much different than yours. So I kinda would like it if you didn't talk to me outside of school."
"OK, I guess."

The bell was ringing signaling for all the children to go inside to continue their classes.
The two of them got up.

"OW!" whimpered Angela.
"You OK?"
"Yea, it's nothing... Really."

Angie ran off.

"Wait! You never told me your name!!" shouted Sam.

Angela stopped. Took a big breath in and looked back and frowned.

"It's Angela."

Chapter 2.

It was around 9 PM. About the time for little girls, like Angela, to be heading off to bed.
Instead, she was talking to Sam through the window. Angela hoped her mother wouldn't catch her.

Saw was asking some normal child questions.
"Do you have a brother or sister? How old are you?
"Me," Angela started, "I'm 9."
'What about the first question," Sam was wondering.
"Well, I usedto have a younger sister."
"What do you mean that you 'used to have a sister'"

"Angela Carter!" her mother howled while barging in her room slamming the door against the light coral pink walls, it left a mark. "Why are you not in bed! Trying to escape out the window are we?! Let's see what I can do about that!"

Chapter 3

The next day, Angela came to school wincing at every step she took.
During Social Studies, the teacher noticed her not paying attention with a large bruise on her left lower leg.

"Angela, I would like you to go to Room 84B, to talk to someone," the teacher was saying. "Ms. Copala, would you mind walking with her down?"
"Of course," the teacher's aid answered.

Angie got up and gather her pencil, book, and notebook in her arms.

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"Angela, this is the guidance counselor. She wants to talk to you," said Ms. Copala.

The young child sat down in the brown cushioned chair and looked down, depressed.

"Hi Angela. I'm Mrs. Bradrow. You just call me Mrs. B. OK?" the counselor greeted her and said.
"Umm, hello."

Mrs. C stepped outside and closed the door.

"So Angela. How is school going?"
"Its okay. I guess"
"Who's your best friend?"
"I...I don't know," she said looking deeply with sorrow into Mrs. B's eyes.
"Come on, don't you have a friend?"
"There is one boy, Samuel."
"Tell me about him."

The school bell rung and Mrs. B stood up.

"I want you stay a bit after today. Can you do that?" she asked.
"N..No. My mom would get mad at me..I can't be late home."

She quickly hopped down from the chair and walked slowly to the door. As she opened it she said, "It was nice talking."
"Come back tomorrow in the morning please."
"Sure.."

Chapter 4

Angela was walking to school in the same clothes as yesterday. She packed herself her own lunch.

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