Love is a battle field
The name is Camron Anne Morgan, Cammie for short. I go to the Gallagher Academy exceptional young women, performing school for the arts. I personally major in music and art. I`ll admit it, I`m no Macey, who is so flexible I swear she puts professional gymnasts to shame( I swear to god she has no bones, it`s that scary.), or Bex who probably came out of her mother reciting Shakespeare. Not even Liz, who not only is extremely smart but is also one of the most promising up-coming ballerinas. But to be honest I wouldn't have it any other way. No really, I can't stand being the centre of attention; it makes me want to throw up until I pass out. In 5th grade, I played an angle at our Christmas play, I only had one line but as soon as it was my turn I froze to the spot. Next thing I know I'm puking all over the front row while all the rest of the class screamed, and then I blacked out. So yeah, me + stages = a horrible mess to clean up and some very unhappy parents. After that I swore to never be in the spot light again.
The only reason I`m majoring in music is because my mother made me too. Did I mention she`s the headmistress? Well, she is, so I totally didn't have a choice. But I refuse to ever play on stage where people can see me. I mean, like seriously? Do you want stuck up mothers complaining about how my puke ruined their real fur fox skinned coats.
Currently I am packing my bags in my dorm room, with my roommates/best friends ( Macey, Bex, Liz) shouting at each other about who is hotter; Jeremy Renner or Ryan Reynolds ( Jeremy in my opinion, but I decide not to mention this). I swear they have this discussion every month since the movie avengers came out ( which I forced then to go watch), and it always ends the same. Someones perfume bottle is smashed or the silent treatment. Of course the silent treatment only lasts 10 minutes but still, those are the most tense 10 minutes of my life.
Getting back to reality, we`re currently packing as today was the first day of our junior year and we are going on an exchange with another school. Of course, with the teachers being all drama queens ( some literally ), they refuse to tell us where or what school. All they`ve told us is to pack enough stuff for an entire semester. AN ENTIRE SEMESTEER! After telling us this they`ve fed Tina's gossip mill enough to last for months. So far, the worst she`s come up with is that we are acutely going to an abounded warehouse and left their to fend for ourselves. Honestly, that's the same thing she said in 8th grade when we were acutely going to a classical music concert. She seriously needs new material; these rumours are getting old and fast.
"Stop day dreaming cam, we`re going to be late!" Bex shouted, once again bringing me out of my thoughts.
" Okay, Okay, lets go." And with that we all dragged our suitcases down to the front doors were we had to get maintenance staff to help with Macey's second round of suitcases. Yeah, she's that girl.
With that Last thought we all boarded the School Mini buses ( Macey had to get entire mini bus for all of her suitcases) and prepared our selves for the 10 hour drive ahead of us. Oh Joy! Note the sarcasm.