UPDATED: I have recently revised this short little first chapter, to bring you a warning. That warning is that this was my first fanfiction ever, and has not been beta'd at all. That means there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, as well as typos. Really, really sorry and I DO plan on fixing the rest of it at some point. But bear with me, because I do think it's a good story.
I do not in anyway own Glee or the characters... unless I make up a character, in which case this disclaimer will change accordingly.
Who Is Sam Evans?
Hello, my name is Sam Evans. I am 6', I have blue/green eyes and unnaturally blond hair. I am dating head cheerleader Quinn Fabray and am on the WMHS football team. Beyond what I have just said I really have no personality because I'm the stupidest person alive and am probably going to fail this dumb assignment anyways, so really what's the point in even trying? That's right, there is none. lhoihIUOOYHK;;'2
Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his forehead bitterly. Smashing the keyboard with his head had seemed like a great idea a moment ago, but as he looked in the mirror at the key prints embedded on his face, he couldn't for the life of him remember why. Turning back to his computer screen, he highlighted and erased the dribble he'd spent the last half an hour typing, cursing the blank word document and its mocking white face. He imagined that at any moment it was going to start manically laughing at him, telling him he might as well give up. It didnt though, because that was just not the sort of thing blank word documents did. Although, if it had, he wouldn't have argued with it; it would have been right. He might as well give up.
He focused on the title of the assignment, the only thing he had not deleted off the page, blinking at him in bold black typeface. "Who is Sam Evans?" It seemed so simple. After all, he was Sam Evans, and had been for several years now. It would make sense that he would know who he was pretty well. Unfortunately, the more time he spent being Sam Evans, the less of an idea he seemed to have about exactly who that person was.
He knew who he used to be. A few years ago he knew exactly who he was. He was a dork. He had hated it then, but the thought was almost comforting now. Sam Evans was a dork. It wasn't much but at least it was something, an identity with a personality. When he was 12, at the height of his dorkdom, he'd worn it like a badge. But highschool had changed everything. Getting teased for being a nerd had been bad, and he'd tried so hard to change- to be cool. He took care of his body, he joined the football team, he was nice to those around him, even his tormentors. No matter what he'd done, the kids at his all-boys boarding school hadn't cared. He was still Sam the Dork. When he'd transferred, he had been determined to make things better, to be a new and improved Sam.
It some ways, it had worked perfectly. In other ways though, things had only gotten worse. He had been so determined to make his new, "cool" identity work that he'd never given any thought to who exactly this new cool person was. At least Sam the Dork had friends, hobbies, thoughts...opinions. Sam the Dork had been a Dork, but he'd been a person. Now he was Sam the...Jock? Boyfriend? Blond Guy?
He just didn't know anymore.