As it seems.
(A/N- I don't own the Gallagher girls series, or the characters)
First day back.
"Cameron Morgan! Get up this instant, you don't want to be late for your first day at school."
Why won't she just leave me alone? It doesn't matter if I'm late, nobody will realise, and nobody ever does. I guess that's just my talent. You see I'm 5ft 6inch, I've got dirty blonde hair and well let's just say I'm not the prettiest girl at my school, but then again I'm not the ugliest either. I am just plain old Cameron Morgan. Ok you might be thinking this is just some story about a girl in high school moaning about how she's invisible and how hard her life is and blah blah blah, but it's not I swear. I actually like being invisible, being popular is over rated and I'm happy with who I am.
"I will not tell you again! Get your backside out of bed, school starts in 20 minutes."
"Okay mom, you can shut up now, I'm up!" God that woman can be annoying but I love her none the less.
I quickly showered, ran a comb through my hair and pulled it up into my famous messy bun. Found my white cotton, sleeveless shirt and my navy blue skirt, threw them on in record time. Applied eyeliner and lipstick, quickly put my purple feathered earrings in and fastened my multi-coloured friendship bracelet and ran down the stairs. Crap! My ring! Okay now I'm ready, fully dressed, apart from my black vans. Where did I put them? I'm sure I left them here last night.
"Looking for these, kiddo?" Mom asked
"Yeah, thanks mom. You're a life saver."
I quickly put my shoes on, kissed my mom goodbye, grabbed my car keys, black penny board and ray-bans and ran into the garage. I want to clear this up now, okay? My car isn't exactly the best car in the world but I love her and nobody can tell me any different. You can ask my mom if you don't believe me, she's been trying to get me to get rid of her but I refused, obviously. I love my baby too much. Enough about my car and let's get going to school shall we?
I arrived just in the nick of time, pulled into the parking lot, grabbed my backpack and penny board and skated into school. I got to my locker just as the bell rang, crap. I hope Mr Dean doesn't realise. I finished in my locker and ran to first period, slid in through the open door and took my seat before anyone realised.
"Hey Cammie, tut tut. Late on the first day of school I see."
Well anyone but Bex, but I will allow that since she is my best friend and we've known each other for like forever.
"Hi Bex, How was your summer?" I asked trying to get the attention off me and onto her. Guess what? It worked like a charm.
"Oh you know same old, same old. I went to London to visit my parents."
Did I forget to mention Bex is English? I did? Well Bex is English and she lives with her grandparents. Only visiting her parents every so often because they have very important jobs in London and can't leave.
"That's cool. I hope you had fun." I was going to say more but Mr Dean interrupted me.
"Ladies, I am very glad you've had a lovely holiday but could you please pay attention in my class?" He asked in French.
"Yes, sir. Won't happen again." I replied back just as fluently while Bex just sat laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I practically hissed at her
"Nothing" Bex replied smirking, miserably trying to stifle her laughs.
After sitting in Mr Dean's class for an hour the bell finally went and we were dismissed. As soon as we left the classroom I pinned Bex to the wall.
"What were you laughing at!?" I whisper-yelled.
"Wouldn't you like to know, Cammie dearest" she replied trying to be all mysterious
"Actually, yes Rebecca I do want to know."
Oh, and that was it. I had really made her angry. No wait furious. You see my dearest friend Rebecca hated people calling her that and if you did, well, let's not talk about that. I don't want to give you nightmares.
You could see in her eyes that she wanted to hurt me, and hurt me badly. So could everyone else in the hallway looking at us. The thing is though, and Bex knows it, is that I could easily beat her, even though she once sent Scott, one of the jocks who called her Rebecca not thinking she would, or could beat him up, to the hospital. Let's just say he won't be having kids anytime soon. So when I let her go and she didn't beat me to a pulp, people looked genuinely surprised.
"Calm down Cam, you didn't have to pull the Rebecca card. All I was going to say was that Josh was giving you lovey-dovey eyes in class."
"No he wasn't!" I scoffed.
Was Josh giving me 'lovey-dovey' eyes as Bex put it? No. He can't have been. What would Josh, THE hottest boy in school be looking at me for? Bex? Yeah, probably. All the boys look at Bex because well, she's hot. But me? No, she must have been mistaken. Yeah, that's it Bex was being delusional and was mistaken. I was bought out from my thoughts as Bex's hand came extremely close to my face.
"Earth to Cammie! Hellloooooo are you there? Blink once if you can hear me and blink twice if you are an idiot."
"Shut up Rebecca. Josh wasn't looking at me and you are delusional. Goodbye I'm going to class, I don't want to be late on my first day of school."
"One, no you did not just call me that again, two, we will talk about this later and three, you've already been late this morning." She replied thinking she had won that little argument.
"Okay, Whatever you say, REBECCA!" I shouted as I ran down the hall away from her.
The rest of the day passed quickly without much drama, well apart from when Rob, a really cocky jock called Bex Rebecca at lunch because he heard me this morning, thinking that because she didn't hurt me, she wouldn't hurt him. God, how wrong he was. Let's make that two cocky jocks who won't be having kids anytime soon.
The final bell rang for the day, and I've never been more thankful in my life. I didn't have to perform in front of the class! What can I say? I really hate drama, and I really hate the attention that goes with it.
I ran down the halls trying not to bump into anyone, and after about 10 seconds I was at my locker. What? I'm a fast runner, And that was a new record! Yes!... I am so sad, I really need to get out more. Anyway, I grabbed all of my stuff out, slung my backpack over my shoulders and set off on my penny to the main doors leading into the parking lot. As I got closer to the doors I lifted my skateboard up just in time so I could grind the handrail down the front steps. Why did I just do that? Now people were looking at me. Great! Unwanted attention, just what I love. (note the sarcasm)
I rode to my car even quicker than usual. Opened the door, jumped in, put my keys in the ignition and drove out of that hellish place.
I finally got home after 6 minutes 38 seconds. Yes, I have this internal clock thing. Weird, I know!
When I pulled up outside my house I knew something was different. I pulled the keys out from the ignition and sat there for a minute looking at down my street and at my house, when I realised there was a black sedan parked three houses down. I know you're thinking 'wow this girl is really paranoid and crazy' but I'm not okay? I just notice my surroundings. I also bet you are thinking 'well couldn't this black sedan belong to the people living three houses down?' and the answer to that is no. I know for a fact that the Robinsons have a white land rover and that none of their relatives or friends own a black sedan. Yes I know, I'm sounding more and more crazier but I'm not. I'm just really, really observant of my surroundings. Okay? As I sat there looking at this weird black car parked down my street, in my peripheral vision I saw the curtain in my living room twitch half and inch and saw a streak of black/brown hair flash very quickly back behind them. As I said before I am very, very observant. In that instant I knew who the black sedan belonged to and I knew who was hiding behind the curtain watching me in my car.
I grabbed my skateboard, backpack and keys and stepped out from my car. After I finished locking the car I took my time to walk up my front path knowing that the person inside my house could wait a little while. After about a minute, who am I kidding? After 57 seconds I reached my front door unlocking it.
"Hey mom! I'm back!" I shouted as I walked into the hallway putting my things down on the floor.
"Oh and Hey Joey!" I shouted as an afterthought, laughing at the nickname I called him knowing he hated it.
A/N Thanks for reading! Thought I was going to leave you on a cliffy there? Sorry I couldn't do that to you. As I said before I don't own the Gallagher girls and I know that my story is a bit different and it will not be the same as the books in future chapters, but stick with it. Who knows? You may love it? I would really appreciate some feedback because this is my first fan-fic and all so I could improve for you all. All Links to the outfits mentioned are on my profile so if you want to check them out
Thanks
Jess.x
