*Author's note: Hey, guys! This story is going to be a little different than my other stories. I surprised even myself when I was writing this. This wasn't at all where I was planning on going with this story. I had the title in my head for a while, and I had a concept, but when I started writing, that concept got thrown out the window. Hope you enjoy this! ~You'veGotMeAndJesus
Chapter One: Cam's P.O.V
I want out. I just want out. I can't take it here anymore. I don't like pretending to be something I'm not. Campbell Saunders. Who is that? Everyone else thinks they know who I am. Dallas thinks I'm the next NHL star, Maya thinks I'm something special for some reason—Let me tell you. If she knew who I really was, or why I was really here, she wouldn't think that.—and my teachers think that the only reason I'm not getting As in school is because I have a lot of pressure on me from the hockey team. Everyone thinks they know who I am and that they can pinpoint all my problems at the source. Well I have news for them…they can't! No one can! I'm hopeless. Always have been, and always will be.
That's why I'm in this mess. I have never lived up to anyone's expectations of me. I was expected to be a normal kid. I was expected to eat my breakfast in the morning and go to school, not turn down an alley a block away. I was expected to bring friends over to play video games and read comic books, not meet people on a side street at night and get high at the age of twelve. When my mother was hard at work practically 24/7, she expected me to hang out and watch T.V and eat junk food. And she expected me to hear the sound of gunshots on Call of Duty, not five feet away from me.
So do you think you know Campbell Saunders? I can honestly tell you that you have no idea who Campbell Saunders is. You never can and you never will. Want to know why? Because Campbell Saunders doesn't exist.