a peice of my work

Hey, so this is one of the pieces I wrote for my creative writing class. Tell me what you guys think!

The teacher was talking about something, but Samantha Hunt couldn’t hear her. She sighed, twirling her hair around her pale fingers. She longed to be alone in her single dorm room, away from the twenty odd teenagers that made up her tenth grade Geometry class.
After Geometry, which was her last class of the day, she walked straight to her dorm room without stopping to talk to her friends. Usually, their company was one of the only things that made her smile, but today she just wanted to be alone. She was also going to be late for her drama club meeting, but she didn’t even care. It was a sunny and bright day, but Samantha’s pale skin didn’t tan and her dark hair didn’t get blonder, which made her stand out from the perpetually tanned, blonde people around her.
She finally made it to her room. It was small and held a single bed, a desk, a dresser, and a bookshelf. Posters and pictures took up every inch of the wall. Her favorite posters were the ones for the bands Paramour and The Black Eyed Peas, a poster for the movie Titanic, and posters of her favorite places, San Francisco and New York. There were also pictures of her sisters and her old friends, whom she didn’t talk to anymore but still loved. She walked over to her bed and lay down on her stomach. She reached into the crack between the bed and the wall and pulled out her well-worn copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and a bag of Hershey’s Kisses. She knew the candy was bad for her, and the book wasn’t going anywhere, but she couldn’t make herself stop. She wanted to delay the moment were she would have to start thinking for as long as possible. The comforts of the candy and the book helped for about an hour, but eventually the sadness won and Samantha started to cry. Her entire body shook, but she still managed to pull the picture of her parents out of the pocket of her jeans. She held the picture in front of her face and stared at it. The picture had been taken in front of her family’s old apartment building in San Francisco, two days before the plane crash.
After awhile, the tears stopped, and Samantha felt ready to talk to someone. She pulled out her phone and called her older sister Laura. It was only noon in California, were Laura was a student at UC Santa Cruz, so Samantha knew her sister would be at lunch and be able to talk. Sure enough, Laura answered on the first ring.
“Hey Sam.”
Her kind, sympathetic voice almost made Samantha want to cry again. God, she missed her old life. She missed waking up in her comfy double bed on a Saturday morning, walking into the kitchen and smelling freshly baked blueberry pancakes. The food at boarding school sucked in comparison to her dad’s cooking, and she wasn’t used to the food in Connecticut. The only thing that felt familiar was junk food. She missed hearing her parents banter at one o’clock in the morning when she was trying to sleep. She even missed her bossy oldest sister Robin. She missed all of it, but she would never have it again.
Swallowing her tears, she said to Laura, “I’m so sad.”
“What’s up? Did something happen, or is it just everything?”
“It’s everything! I miss seeing you every day.”
“You realize that if things were still normal, you wouldn’t be seeing me anyway, right? I’d still be at collage.”
“Yeah, but still. It’s hard. I wish…”
“I know. Me too.”
After an hour of using up her long distance minutes, she felt much better and ready to face the world again. Her sister had given her strength to leave her hiding place, and the fact that she was late for her meeting gave her motivation. Samantha had a big life, with big plans. She had faced some obstacles, but they wouldn’t stop her. She got up from the bed and ran outside, dropping the picture of her parents on her desk.