Sammy Walcott
"Wow everything is just the way I remembered." Elijah says looking around as we walked down the little hallway to my room.
"I'm surprise you remember anything at all." I say my fingers dancing with their selves. Thank God my mum kinda arranged my room. God knows I would be mortified, if Elijah were to see how disorganized it was.
"Oh come on Sammy, give me some credit. I might not be as bright at you but my head doesn't exactly belong to a dead fish." He says his fingers touching the scrap on the wall.
I can't even remember what caused that scrap, probably during a fight. "That's your opinion."
He laughed entering the room after me. "You'd be surprised when you see my grades now."
I didn't bother replying because I knew he wouldn't listen. He's eyes were looking around
