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someone be carefree when they were always consumed with a hunger for something else?
    A shadow fell across me. Looking up in surprise, I saw a very pretty girl looking down at me with interest.
    “Aren’t you afraid that you’re going to get a grass stain on your skirt?”
    “Excuse me?” I asked surprised. I wasn’t used to someone talking to me; most times people treated me like a leaper.
    “Aren’t you afraid you’re going to get a grass stain on your skirt?” the girl repeated.
    “No, if I do, I’m sure it will wash.”
    The girl’s face widened into a big smile. I felt my mouth spread into a matching smile.
    “I knew you were my kind of girl when I saw you plop down without a care of your clothes. I’m not sure I’ve seen anyone sit on the grass since I started here six months ago.” She said, still smiling.
    She held out her hand. “I’m Sam.”
    “I’m Krista,” I said, reaching out to shake her hand. I gasped in surprise when I felt a small shock like one of those hand buzzers you might get from a joke store, except, Sam was holding nothing. It filled me with a warm feeling like I had been dunked in a steaming bathtub. It gave me a feeling of odd completeness.
    “Did you feel that?” I asked in a shocked voice. “What was that?”
    “That was strange,” Sam replied, not looking quite as surprised as I felt. Instead she studied me with interest.
    I felt a little flustered. It felt like déjà vu, or like we had met somewhere before, but that was impossible. The warmth from our handshake was still strong and I looked at my hand in amazement. Who was this girl?
    Sam continued to study me with interest as I tried to make sense of what was going on.
    Only mere seconds had passed, but I had the uncanny feeling that this girl and I were lifelong friends. I should feel foolish, but for some reason, I didn’t.
    Finally, Sam broke the silence. “My real name is Samantha, but I changed it to Sam. It fits me better, don’t you think?”
    It was like she opened a flood gate. Before I knew it, we were chatting away like we had known each other for years.
    “Amazing, isn’t it?” Sam asked after a few moments.
    “I know, I can’t believe it,” I said, still a little flustered.
    “They’re so funny how all they do is talk about some party, or whether their tan line is even,” Sam said, echoing my thoughts from earlier.
    “Huh?” What a dope I was, here I was thinking she was talking about our ease with each other. She was so easygoing; she probably had no idea the inner turmoil I was going through as I tried to figure out why I was so comfortable around her. Here I was trying to make heads or tails out of why I had felt a surge of electricity shoot through me when we had shaken hands, and she could care less. She was probably this friendly with everyone and considered herself the welcoming committee . I felt my flush begin to deepen and looked down at the grass, mortified.
    “I feel like I have nothing in common with any of them,” Sam said.
    I looked up surprised. Sam was studying the group with the Frisbee much the same way I had just done a few minutes ago. I laughed in relief.
    “I can relate. I always feel that way in school, more like an observer, than a participant…”
    I was interrupted when I noticed that Sam and I had become the topic of conversation for a group of guys walking by.
    “Who’s that sitting next to fridge ,” I heard one of them ask.
    “I don’t know, some new chick I guess, why, do you think you can score with her?” his friend asked.
    Neither seemed to care that Sam and I could hear them. They stood there eyeing me like I was a steak or something.
    I could feel a familiar wave of embarrassment approaching and tried to fight it back, but quickly realized it was too late. I knew that I needed to get out of there before Sam saw me get sick. The last thing I wanted was to puke in front of my new friend like a freak.
    I scrambled to my feet. “I’ve got to