April 23rd, 2015
Dear Diary,
No, let me start over.
Dear fluffy pink book that my Aunt decided to get me for my sixteenth birthday,
There's this new kid in school.
Right now, he's sitting in front of me while the history teacher lectures us on our terrible research papers. I'm writing in you because I, as always, got an A. So, I don't really need to hear about correct MLA format or about how to write a good thesis statement.
As I was saying, there's this new kid. He has jet black hair that's all messed up as if he just woke up. And his wardrobe consists if black. Literally, black. Black boots, black jeans, shirt, and leather jacket. I'm getting a vibe that says he likes black, but, that's just a hunch. The only thing about him that didn't involve such a depressing color was a diamond earring on his left ear and his amazing green eyes. Really. Have you ever seen an emerald? Well, putt it directly under the sun so it shines so bright you have to shields your eyes. That is exactly how his were.
Basically, he was hot. You know, muscular, perfect jaw line and soft kissable lips flattered by his amazing cheek bones. And yes, every girl wants him because, dating the hottest guy on earth tends to boost you up to the top of the social pyramid. You know, from a serf to a king, from a Native to a Spaniard, from a fly to a hawk. You get the picture.
Why am I writing about some random new kid? Because he's not new any more. But he was. And let me tell you. This year has been quite a roller coaster thanks to him.
Love never,
Cameron Ann Morgan
PS- Remind me to throw you out next time I'm tempted to write in you.
November 9th, 2014
I guess I should start with the setting.
The rain poured down me as I walked up to school, soaking every inch of me until I was shivering. The sun refused to come out, too afraid of the the thunder and lightning striking the earth. When I finally reached the main entrance, I ripped open the door and stomped in causing a lot of curious glances to be shot my way.
Okay, so maybe I was describing my mood setting rather than weather and place. But oh well. You'll just have to suffer my long rant about how I got up to late thanks to Grant and Liam who thought I should get more beauty sleep. Apparently, when I get my beauty sleep, not only am I well refreshed, but a lot less cranky as well. We can thank Liam for that little fact. Well, opinion because clearly, I'm in a cranky mood.
"Well, I see someone is a ball of sunshine today." My best friend, Jonas, said as he draped his arm over my shoulders.
"Stuff it Jo. I'm not in the mood." He whistled lowly, making me even more upset.
"Who ever made you upset better watch out. Your wrath is not something to mess around with." I smiled at that, knowing he was referring back to last year when he ran over my bike with his car. He drove around this small town in a pink and purple vehicle for three months. Not to mention it had 'I'm sexy and you know it' painted on the sides.
"You know it." I agreed.
We reached our lockers, yeah, those ugly rusted hunks of metal that mine as well be from an old dungeon from Medieval Europe, right as the ten minute warning bell rang.
"A new record." I state. Jonas kicked his locker, begging it to open so he could grab his science books. Yes, books, as in plural. He owns at least ten different science and chemistry text books and about twenty actual books written by science professors that I've never even bothered to learn the name of. It's okay, you can call him a nerd. It's a compliment to him.
"So, did you hear about the new kids?" He asked, jiggling his locker until it finally opened. I put my combination in and pulled the small lever. My locker opened willingly giving me a reason to smirk at him. He pouted at my smugness.
"You know, rubbing it in doesn't make you a really good friend." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Who ever said I was a good friend?" I asked. He shook his head, grumbling something along the lines of "fart face". I know, what a child.
"And no, I didn't hear anything about any new students. I haven't even been here for five minutes." Knowing Tina Walters, she probably came to school an hour early just to see if she could find anything to gossip about. Oh Tina. Nice girl, really, but sometimes she's just a little too desperate for attention.
"Well, rumor has it, that there is a boy and a girl. One junior and one senior but both extremely good looking." I nodded like I was interested. I wasn't. But Jonas didn't have to know that.
"So how'd you do on your math test?" He asked as we made our way to home room. I smiled.
"Ninety eight point five." I gloated. Jonas smirked at me causing my smile to drop.
"One hundred and one." And with that, he left me standing in the hallway looking like a fish out of water. I quickly came to my senses and ran after him.
"But how?" I asked. "She didn't even have a bonus!" He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out.
"I'm just that awesome." I huffed and plopped down in my seat. Stupid Jonas and his brain.
The announcements came on a few minutes later. I read one of the books I got from the library yesterday, ignoring what achievements the sports people have done.
Did you know it's Lilly Dime's birthday? Neither did I! Did I care? No.
"Gosh these things go on forever." I moaned. Jonas patted my knee with fake sympathy.
"It will be alright little one, don't you fret." I gave him a glare before turning back to my book. Jonas chuckled at my aggravation, shaking his head and pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose.
"Class, if I could have your attention please." The whole class, minus Jonas and me, cheered hearing that the football team won. I slammed my book shut and put my head in my hand, irritated that I can only get through one sentence of the dang thing.
"Class." Mr. Frat, our evil guidance counselor, said with more defiance in his voice. Everyone looked towards him, sitting down with a 'Go away dude, no one cares about what you have to say' look. I sat up straighter, offering a smile at the short girl by his side. Her eyes found mine and she smiled, her tense shoulders relaxing the slightest bit.
"This is Elizabeth Goode. She just moved from Maine. I hope you can all make her feel welcomed." Mr. Fart, excuse me, Mr. Frat shot an accusing glare at the two football players in the back of the room before leaving.
"You can sit with us if you want." I moved my things off the free desk and plopped them on the floor. She walked over to us, hesitantly sitting down. I held out my hand which she shook.
"I'm Cameron, but you can call me Cammie. And this is Jonas, he goes by Jo." I looked at Jonas who was deeply involved with his book. So, like the nice friend I am, I ripped the book from his hands and smacked his head with the heavy pice of literature.
"Ow Cam." He looked up to give me a glare but before his eyes even landed on me, they found Liz. And his brown orbs slightly darkened.
"Oh- uh, hi. I'm Jonas." I rolled my eyes.
"I already told her, dummy." Jonas blushed as Liz laughed.
"It's alright. Nice to meet both of you. I'm Liz, obviously." Her voice was soft an bouncy, like Tinkerbell. Yeah. Our very own Tinkerbell.
"Alright everyone," Mr. Horn said in his big bubbly voice. This teacher is nuts. Pure crazy in the head. stunningly indefatigable that with every morning, were still basically zombies and he's like a rude awakening. And he doesn't even drink coffee! How he does it is beyond me. And that's not even why he's nuts. Two weeks ago, he decided to do a visual on a short story we were reading. Now, that wouldn't be so bad, except for the fact that he jumped on a table and ripped off his coat yelling like a mad man fresh off the Walking Dead series to show us what the savages acted like when the Russian Explorer came into their land. All to show the how we react in today's society when we get bullied, win a game, or succeed at something.
In a nut shell, Mr. H called us savages.
"It's time to start our research papers." the class groaned in resentment. "Now now, it won't be due until April so that gives you plenty of time to get started. You can research what ever you want, as long as it's school appropriate." He smiled at us, showing his pearly white teeth. "On to today's lesson." And that's when I tuned him out, reluctant on listen about all of Shakespeare's work and how he got into writing. So instead of listening on his long non-exciting lecture, I examined Liz, and how Jonas was looking at Liz, tuning the teacher out as well.
Boy, it's gonna take him years to find the courage to ask her out. But I didn't let my wonderful brain stay on that subject for long. Looking over at Liz, I found her pretty. Very pretty and very sweet. She was short, thin with small curves, and had a face that looked too innocent to be true.
I wonder what her brother looks like.
"Cammie? Cam, are you with me?" Me. H asked. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked around to see the whole class staring at me.
Jee, thanks Mr. H! Now I've got forty eyes staring holes into my body!
"Yeah, sorry." I mumbled. He nodded.
"Now, as I was saying, due to Shakespeare's wonderful works of literature, society to day can find a new way to relate back hundreds an hundreds of years ago. Such as the Tragic, Romeo and Juliet. How, two lovers forbidden to be in each other's presence would sneak off to be with each other. Or, how suicide was the only way Romeo and Juliet could think of to stop the pain, much like people today." And I'm gone again.
That story was so sad and depressing. It was never my favorite pieces I literature to read, but I suffered through it like every other student.
The sharp shriek of the bell rang over us, killing the nice and quiet peace I had finally developed in my head. I grabbed my bag and binder before getting up an looking to Liz.
"What's your next class?" I asked her while Jonas looked of his book. He's not gonna find it. I placed the damn thing in my bag, and the last time he went through my bag, he saw a few pads and tampons lying in there on display for all to see. Forever scarred for life, he now refuses to even touch it.
"Umm," Liz reached in her pocket, taking out a nicely folded pice of paper. "PE, what about you?" I gave her a sad smile.
"Study hall." I glanced at Jonas who was now panicking. He's not getting it back any time soon. "Jo, would you mind walking Lizzy to PE? Your a lot closer than I am." He stood up, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
"Sure, I-I guess." I smirked.
"See you later." Waving my fingers, I walked out if the class room and jogged to my next class.
Fate hated me. I finally got in a good mood and now, here I was, lying on the floor being crushed by five thousand pounds of dude.
"Ow." I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut. "Um, can you get off me? I'm sure we both have better places to be."
"Na, I kinda like it here." My body froze before bursting into random tingles in my stomach. The boys voice was deep. Like, hot deep. Reminding me of rich chocolate melted on a strawberry. Yeah, it was that good sounding.
I took the risk of opening my eyes and was immediately smacked with a bright green. So bright, and so shiny.
Have you ever seen an emerald? If you have, picture that emerald sitting outside directly under the sun's hit rays. The emerald explodes with its radiant color, making you shield you eyes. Yeah, that's how his looked. Not to mention he had black hair that was cut short except for a little bit in the front where it flicked up.
"Uh, listen dude. I have to get to class, and I can't do that when you're laying on top of me." I looked around the hallway at on passing bystanders. They were looking at us, confused with the occasional jealous look in their eyes. Liking back at the boy, I glared. "And you're causing a scene." The boy smirked. Okay, no matter how hot he was with his perfectly shaped jaw and sharp cheekbones, I officially hated him.
"And what if I don't get off of you?" He asked in a husky voice. I don't know what he was trying to accomplish by acting seductive, but if it was to make someone angry, he succeeded.
"Then I'm gonna punch the daylight right out of you." The familiar voice of my brother growled. I turned my head to the side, taking in Grant's angry face, stiff shoulders, and palled up fists.
"Is she your girlfriend?" The boy asked.
"No, now get off of her before I come over there and rip you off her myself." Grant spat. A vein popped out of his neck as he spoke and his face got more and more red. Students fathers around, hoping to see a fight. I was just hoping the guy would get off of me before I was late to class, or before my rib cage collapses. Which either comes first.
"Have fun with that man, but if you're not dating her, then you have no right to do that." I decided to step in.
"He's my brother." I grumbled, trying to push him off of me. The boy nodded in understanding.
"Oh, I see." He got up, grabbing my hand and bring me up as well. I tried to release my hand from his grasp, but he refused to let go. "Sorry about that sweetheart." I gave him a shocked look.
"What did you just call me?" I demanded. He ignored me and brought me closer to him.
"That's it." Grant ripped Zach away from me and slammed him against the lockers. The boy's black t-shirt was balled into my brothers fists, Grant's jaw clenched.
"Don't ever touch my sister again. Got it?" The boy smirked and looked at me.
"Don't you think that's for her to decide?" The boy winked at me making me, despite all my efforts not to, blush.
"No, that's for me to decide. Next time I see you so much as glance her way, I will beat you so hard that no one will be able to recognize you." The boy rolled his eyes.
"Sure, whatever dude." Grant gave him one last look before slowly letting him go. The bell rang but the students stayed still, wondering what was going to happen. guy with black hair walked up to me, about to pass, but stopped. I felt him grab my hand as well as his eyes on me, but I only looked at Grant who looked like he was ready to explode.
"Later Sweetheart." I felt warm soft lips on my hand, lingering for a few seconds before he walked away.
"I hate him." Grant growled once we got home that day. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you.
The sun was shining down in earth, small rainbows appeared on anything the sun hit that was class and curved. It was also cold. Almost fifty. And I hated it. Dead leaves covered the grass like a heavy carpet, damp ones that never for dried up from the suns tuck to my shoes like velcro. I know, gross. The only reason I like today was because it was Tuesday. Tuesday was when Liam didn't have to work late. So, I got to spend sometime with him whether it was watching a movie, raking up leaves, or going for a walk.
I guess I should tell you who Liam is. He's my older brother. The oldest to be exact. Just last week he turned twenty, and not to brag or anything, but I got him the most amazing gift ever. But, that's for another time. Anyway, Liam has always been the nice one. He cooked me food and would play with me when I was younger. He even drove me to dance class when I took lessons. But last year, he kinda had to take a break from doing stuff with me in order to work. Because, well, stuff happened.
So, every Tuesday, because I didn't get to see him much in the morning, it would be a day just for him and me. No annoying Grant, or friends, or anything else. Just us.
"Gosh Grant, let it go. It was over five hours ago." A snapped. Knowing Grant, he was never gonna let what happened between me and the boy down. Actually, his name is Zach Goode. Brother of Liz Goode. I found that out fourth period while Liz and I sat together during honors History.
"So?" he yelled. "If he ever touches you again, I want you to tell me. Do you understand?" I flinched at his voice. When Grant got mad, he yelled, and when yells, the while world mine as well have an earthquake.
"Grant, you're making this a bigger deal than it has to be." I whined. He sighed and walked over to me, cupping my face in his hands.
I looked into his eyes. They were exactly like dads. A bright strong blue that made you gasp in amazement. He also has dad's face. Strong and defined jaw, soft lips, slightly sunken in cheeks, and shaggy blonde hair.
"Cammie, he's bad news. I can see it. It's my job to protect you at school and anywhere else. Please just tell me you'll stay away from him." He begged. I sighed, hating when he gets all nice and sweet with me. Why couldn't he just be a brat so I can argue with him?
"Fine." I rolled my eye and sighed. "It's not like I exactly liked our little situation anyway. Plus, he's not my type. I don't do bad boys or what ever he is." Grant smiled and gave me a big dramatic kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you Cammiebear." He hugged me tight to him.
"Yeah yeah. Life is all sugar and rainbows when I actually agree with you. Now, let go." I pushed him away from me, smiling.
"I've got to get to work. I'll see you tomorrow." Grant grabbed his coat, gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and left.
"Great." I plopped myself on the couch. "Now I'm alone."
I was laying on the couch for the next two hours, flipping through channel after channel before coming across Hallmark.
"Finally. Something interesting."
"Now why would you want to watch corny movies about Christmas and old people dating when it's only November?" My eyes widened and I grinned, getting up from the couch.
"Liam!" I jumped up and hugged him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He chuckled and hugged me close to him, giving me a few kisses on the cheek.
"So, how was school, Camster?" He asked. I dropped from his waist and looked up at him.
Liam looked more like my mom. Straight brown hair, sod brown eyes, and a kind yet strong face.
"Two new kids. One is now my best friend and the other Grant warned me to stay away from." Liam chuckled, smiling down at me.
"Good." He took off his jacket and threw it on one of the chairs in the kitchen. "So, what's in the agenda for today?" I thought for a moment then smiled.
"Ice Age." Liam gave me a high five and jumped on the couch.
"Perfect."
"Cam, your not going to sleep on me are you?" Liam asked. We were on our second Ice Age movie, and I could barely even keep my eyes open for the Glorious Food number. And it not my fault. I was curled up against Liam with a super soft blanket. Both were comfortable and both were warm. So, of course I was falling asleep.
"Yes. I'm tired and your comfy. Deal with it." I mumbled into his chest. He chuckled, his chest moving up and down in vibration soothing me further into a deep sleep. Before I entered a world of darkness, a face appeared in my mind.
Zach.
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A/N: Hello all of you humans out there! How do you think this went? Good? Bad?
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