Darkness shrouded Cameron, it pushed him, and screwed him up like paper, it squeezed his brain, the darkness adding more pressure to his already turmoil head. He lay on his back, staring into the darkness, willing it to go away. Sleep was only a wish to Cameron, who's fitful nights were filled with his thoughts.
Cameron listened to Charlie's snoring, thinking of the mellow boy, and wishing he could be like him. Charles Dalton, was a name to remember, he was notoriously known as Welton Academy's biggest trouble-maker. Charlie was the student's comedy show, at the expense of the teacher's nightmare. Cameron yearned to be like Charlie, but he just couldn't, the name Richard Cameron, was known to belong to a brown-noser. The teacher's dream, and the what most student's either avoided or envied. Usually most looked down on him as a conformist, for he was the biggest of the lot, and he knew it.
It was four a.m, and still Cameron couldn't sleep, but he buried his head in the pillow and tried to anyway. Waiting for the friendly light of day, which would welcome him and give him other things to busy his mind with.
"Cameron, you look like you haven't slept a wink, you alright?" Neil, one of the few friends Cameron had, asked, pulling him out of his mid-morning slumber.
"I'm fine, just resting, that's all," Cameron replied, forcing his lips to make a smile, a stab of pain pierced his skull and he stifled a yelp.
"You look terrible," Neil added.
"He always does, and he looks no worse to me." Charlie chipped in, his pearly white teeth gleaming with cheek, Cameron gave him a poisonous glare before turning back to his work.
"Like I said, I'm fine. Now get on with your work guys." Cameron urged, but knowing all too well what Charlie's reply would be.
"Get on with your work guys," Charlie imitated in a sing-song tone. "No way!" He added scornfully, Cameron ignored him and his own nonconforming voice.
"Quiet down the back!" Mr McAllistar, the Latin teacher boomed, his ordering voice forcing heads down. Charlie rolled his eyes, an ever-present spark of rebellion in his eyes. Cameron wished he had the same spark, but all his dull blue eyes showed, was compliance.
