Cammy was crazy. That was certain. Despite going to a rather good school, Cammy didn't know much. She knew simple math, and simple problems, but she couldn't remember anything much. When faced with school, Cammy was overwhelmed.
So, when a new 'club' came in her small, trashy, school, Cammy was excited…
She had been walking from French Club, where she heard snickers behind her. "They'll see… I'll get some friends!" Cammy exclaimed, in that thick Louisianan accent. Grumbling, she looked down at her binder, until she ran smack into a door.
"Ow," Cammy whined. Since Cammy was one of the most hated girls in school, her peers laughed hysterically. "It's not funny!" The teen screamed. By then, the hallway had cleared, leaving only a few emo looking kids smoking.
"We never said that was funny," a guy with black spiky hair sighed. A few others agreed, and by then, Cammy was nodding sadly. "Oh," she whispered understandingly. "Mm hmm," agreed the others.
"But," the guy said, "I'll tell you what. Take this as a token of…. erm… appreciation." He held out a paper bag. Cammy raised her eyebrows. A goth girl snorted, "Just take it, loser!" Cammy grunted, "Fine…"
Little did she know, that would be her downfall….
…..
Cammy was hyped up. That bag contained her escape. It gave her a newfound confidence she never had before. She ran up to Xavier, a nerdy guy in the Science club, and slapped him on his ass. Xavier blushed, but Cammy just winked.
After proving how 'fun' she could be, Cammy ran up to the group of students and demanded,
"Hey, you! Give me some more of that… stuff!" The club laughed. The leader, Cammy guessed, walked up and said, "Woah, woah, woah, Cameron. Or, 'Cammy'. You'll have to do something for us before you do…"
Cammy grinned. This was going to be fun.