CAMERONS POV
"Hello Miss Cameron?" Mr. Lenton was at the moment asking a historical question about women's right witch I personally found boring. Everyone knows that women got the right to vote in 1917 and it was because of the parliament mocking play. Whipdy-do-da-day! Why does he think I care? Oh that's right because I'm a girl!
"Miss Cameron answer my question!" Mr. Lenton said raising his voice. I could tell he was getting annoyed, to be honest I was annoyed by him.
Take that for an answer! About how obnoxious my teacher can be, if he only knew. I sighed at the thought of that day.
"If I…."
"1917" I mumbled and to my satisfaction he left me alone. If you're wondering who I am and where I am I can tell you. I am in Florida, crab claw key. I am adopted and so far as I know my parents are dead. To be honest I think my "Parent"(foster parent) are full of it.
My name….Cameron….for my last name I don't know. My foster parents used to make me say it was Willington but I never did. I hate the name just like them. I go to school at Summer Daily high. I'm in the eleventh grade, it sucks right?
I try my hardest to keep my distance from anyone that looks…..friendly. I don't want friends and I'm okay with that. Or am I? I lost my self a long time ago and I don't give a crap. My life sucks!
Sitting there looking out the window at the ocean I was just longing for the bell to ring. Turning my head back to the teacher I was just in time to hear the bell. I leaped out of my seat and made my way out of the class room.
Before I could make it though….
"Miss Cameron, I would like to talk to you" Mr. Lenton learned a long time ago, that if he wanted my attention, he just has to not use the words Miss Willington. A shiver at those words went down my spine. I spun on my heels and under my breath I swore.
I gave him my best fake smile "Yes?" I walked slowly over to his oak desk in the corner of the class room.
He shifted in his chair struggling to find the words that he needed to say. "How is it possible for you to answer any of my questions when you never pay attention in class? Unless you do and I just don't notice." Mr. Lenton raised an eye brow at the thought, but it was wrong. I don't listen; it's just common sense to know these things.
"No, just common sense." I had learned all this in grade 3 for crying out loud. Which was true, I had to sit in history class everyday and listen to my teacher babble on about it and how her husband was a bastard. Let's just say she hates men. I tapped my foot on the floor growing inpatient.
"Are you implying Miss Cameron that my history class is boring?" I pursed my lips. I really didn't want to deal with him at this moment but he asked for it.
"Yes, why yes I am" I leaned over the desk to stare at he olive, boring eyes.
He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. "You are excused" I rolled my eyes and started to the door.
"Idiot" I mumbled under my breath but just not quiet enough.
"What was that?" Mr. Lenton stood up from his chair and strutted his way over to me.
"Nothing" I said as innocently as I could. But if you truly knew me, you would know I really didn't care.
"I believe you called me an Idiot?" I swallowed hard. Today just wasn't my day.
"Maybe, or….. you probably heard me say I- need- a- cot, I'm going camping this coming weekend" Very cleaver Cammie.
"Hmmmm" Mr. Lenton pursed his lips at me like he didn't believe it.
"Fine, but another time, another time." As he walked back to his desk I walked out the door.
I made my way down the hall and to my locker. As I did Summer, you would say friend, came up next to me.
"Hey, heard you almost got busted in history class again." I smiled because Summer used just the right word, almost.
"Yup" I popped open my locker and rummaged around for my homework. I don't even know why I take it home it's not like I ever do it until I come to school early in the morning.
"So you going to the beach party tonight, it's a Friday" Summer sang. She was right, it was Friday. As I found my note book I slammed my locker closed.
"You know, I've got a lot of homework." No doubt Summer wasn't going to fall for that but I could try.
"Cammie you're a Wiz kid! You do your homework in your sleep; I actually envy you for that!" Summer did. I would know because she hates the word "work", but it's only the thing that separates me for everyone else. Walking down the hall I knew I wasn't going to that party.
"Sorry" I sang to her. "I'm not going I have to pack anyways, I'm leaving next week to who knows where my parents are finally getting rid of me, I hope." I sighed at the thought. Were they getting rid of me?
"Don't say that" Summer pouted. See Summer is my only exception as a friend. It's a forced issue but I appreciate her and she has learned to take nothing I say personally because that's me.
"Fine, it's not like I ever win" She pouted again. That by the way was a total lie, she does win one out ten times maybe, but she does win.
I looked over at her and smiled. She raised an eye brow. "Is that a smile I see coming out of you Miss Cameron?" I nudged her in the side and rolled my eyes.
"Cherish it, you wont see it for a while" We laughed for a bit and than we opened the door to the out side. As we walked I felt eyes on me. I always do it's just me I guess. It makes me self-conscious but no one will ever know that. Nor would I ever admit it to anyone.
Approaching to the parking lot Summer turned to me "See you later, okay?" Summer said walking backwards towards her Mercedes.
"Okay" I said turning my back on her and making my way to my beat up charger. Jumping into the car I turned on the music and instantly the song city of angles came on. I reversed out the parking spot and made my way out of the school lot.
As I sang along to the song, time just seemed to pass by. The car was my favourite place to be, it was my own world. Even though I still didn't have my G2 my parents bought me the car to "Bribe" me into liking them. Yeah right!
When I finally got home my parents car was already in the drive way. Funny? There home early.
I skipped to the front door and walked in. I made my way to the kitchen not acknowledging them.
"No hello for you mother?" She walked in making me want to hurl.
"You're not my mother" I said sourly.
"As long as you live in this house you will call me it!" I whipped my head around like I didn't hear her.
"Have you finished you exams?" I poured some water into a glass and had a sip. I had finished my exams and I passed with flying colours. No seriously I get perfects on all my test even though I don't study or really do my homework.
"Yup I just have my RAT, what does it matter to you?" I said it with sarcasm in my voice. I don't get why she try's anymore, she just gets the something every time.
"Good, your bags are packed and you will be glad to know you don't have to spend another miserable second here, were sending you to military school." The glass that was in my hands slipped out and crashed on the floor. It shattered into a billion pieces.
Was she kidding? Still standing there shocked and not being able to move she crossed her arms over her chest.
"You didn't think we had the gusts to do it did you? Will let me tell you something sweetheart, we did!" I shook my head and laughed a little bit. She was misinterpreting my shocked expression. It wasn't that I didn't think they would do it, it was happiness.
A smile came across my face and I started dancing around the kitchen and around the glass.
Claire, my foster mother, broke down in tears at the sight of my happiness. I ran up stair and saw all my bags lined up to go.
I dragged them down the steps and to the door way. Than I raced back to the kitchen were Claire was still sitting on the floor.
"When do I leave?" Through her weep she managed to spit out.
"You deserve nothing more than what we have chosen for you!" She straightened her self out.
"We managed to get you in an all boy's military school, have a miserable life!" A….all boy's school? I chewed on the thought. Okay I admit it's bad, but I can deal. So I think.
"I don't now where, but I don't care, and you leave today, Mark said he was driving you there. Someone will be waiting for you." Claire sniffled and whipped some of her tears away.
"What's the name of the school" I hope it was a nice name. I mean yeah having your school named after one of your friends is pretty awesome but still it could be cooler.
"Blackthorne?" She said it like a question but what should she know, she just a stupid women that doesn't know anything except where her feet are before she walks.
I smiled widely like I had never done before! I was going to get to go to Blackthorne! No more bratty kids, hello boys. Muscular boys.
I hope you guys like it and if you wondering were I'm going with this story... well lets just say its tottaly unexpected, I'm going to lead you to believe one thing one really it's only a little piece to my very big puzzle.