Note: This is just a random story I wrote in early 2010, so the grammar and stuff won't be as good as it normally is. I sort of gave up on this story, but if you like it, tell me and I'll consider continuing it and fixing the grammar!
Left Handed Angel
Chapter one
"Are you coming?," yelled Camille's best friend jess " we're going to be late for school, Cam!"
"I'm coming, Jess!" yelled Camille in reply as she took one last glimpse at the photo of her Father, Magnus Dagramont. Camille came out of her bedroom and ran down the hall to see Jess standing in the doorway. "Where you looking at pictures of your dad again?" asked Jess as they walked out the door. "Maybe" said Camille, letting her golden fringe fall over her eyes. "Cam," said Jess, shaking her head "you're crazy. This idea is crazy. Your dad is dead! You won't find him!"
"Jess," said Camille "I will find him. I know he's not dead. I can feel it!" Jess pushed her short, brown hair behind her ears and then shook her head again. "Cam, let's not talk about this again. How about we talk about school?" said jess. Cam stared at her feet as they walked down the street towards their school, and then said "Okay." Jess was smiling at her. "Well, I heard there's a new boy starting today. He could be the one Cam!" said Jess excitedly. Camille had dated every guy at the school that she was interested in, but had broke up with every single one of them after about a week! "Jess, don't even go there. I'm not interested!" said Camille as they walked into the school gates. "I don't think I have to." Said jess with a sly smile as she pointed to a boy sitting down on the bottom of the steps that lead up to the front doors of the school. He was the most attractive person that Camille had ever seen. He had silky, Black hair that went down to his chin and beautiful, green eyes that seemed to glow. 'WOW' Thought Camille 'NO! Don't even THINK about it!' "I'm not going to ask him out, Jess!" said Camille firmly "and neither are you. You have a boyfriend. Nathaniel, remember! I don't think he wouldn't want you drooling over another boy, in fact, at 16, you shouldn't be drooling over anyone!"
"I wasn't drooling over him, and speaking of Nathaniel, I'm going to find him!" said Jess and then she turned to walk towards a group of boys. Camille started to walk towards the steps and she saw the new boy stand up as if to greet her but he said nothing so she just walked past him. As Camille was walking up the steps towards the doors, she tripped but before she could him the ground, a pair of strong hands caught her. She turned around to see who had caught her and saw the new boy smiling at her. "Hi my name is max," he said "are you okay?" "Ahh...I'm fine. My name is Camille. Um...thanks, I guess." And with that Camille turned away and walked inside. She walked down the crowded hallway to her locker and when she opened it she found a note from her last ex boyfriend, Thomas, who she had dumped last week. It said:
Dear Cam,
I'm so sorry.
Please give me a second chance!
Love tom XX
"Pathetic!" said a male voice. Camille spun around in shock to see max standing behind her.
"Are you following me?" asked Camille.
"No," said Max lightly "unless you want me to be following you. In that case, yes I am following you."
"May I ask WHY you are following me?" said Camille, letting acid flow into her voice.
"I told you, I'm not following you," said Max "my locker just happens to be next to yours." Camille stared at him in disbelief. Now Jess was just going to annoy her more about having a boyfriend. She watched as max unpacked his books out of his bag into his locker. She watched him until he was finished unpacking and then saw him get his English stuff out. Camille Decided she should head off to English as well.
When Camille got to English she sat down in her usual seat, but Jess, Who usually sat next to her, was sitting next to Nathaniel, over on the other side of the room. 'Oh, great' thought Camille 'Now max has to sit next to me! Jess will be so annoying after this!'
"Hey" said max as he sat down next to Camille. She was about to respond when Mr. Dartmouth walked into the room. Unlike most teachers, Mr. Dartmouth didn't talk much. He proffered to just give the students their work and then write everything else on the whiteboard. He wrote that they have to working pairs with the person sitting next to them and then handed out a sheet about words and their meanings. Next he handed out some dictionaries and some laptops to use because, as you can imagine, year eleven English is pretty hard. To Camille's surprise, Max started filling out the sheet easily without even having to use a dictionary or laptop. Camille tried to think of something to say to him that wouldn't sound like she liked him but all she could think of was "You're left handed."
"How observant," he said sarcastically "Rathiel must have really broken the mould with you!"
"What?..." began Camille
"You do look like one of Rathiel's. The blonde hair and the pretty green eyes."
'He's crazy' thought Camille 'Crazy, but nice. I mean, he just called me pretty. Nobody's ever called me pretty except my mum, but mums are required to think you are pretty. The more I think about it I realize he's also handsome and smart. Hmmm... Nice, handsome, smart, crazy...no, the 'crazy' part just ruins it. Oh well. What a waste of a guy! He's probably gay'
"You're staring at me, said max breaking Camille out of her reverie "but I'm not surprised. I am very attractive!"
"You seem pretty sure of yourself." Said Camille
"Remember, you were the one staring at me!" he said "and don't tell me that you don't think I'm attractive. Every girl I meet drools at the sight of me!"
"Well, maybe that because they think you look so disgusting that they vomit and the vomit just looks like drool from a distance!" said Camille, putting as much acid in her voice as she could manage. Camille saw rage flash across his eyes and then he said "I could say the same thing to you." Disgusted, Camille picked up her books and walked out of the class room, just before the bell rang. As she raced to her locker, she tried not to cry. She was happy that she had no more lessons with max for the rest of the day. She never wanted to see max ever again. Sure, max was attractive, but he was also arrogant, stubborn and mean .thought Camille. At the end of the day Camille walked home without Jess. She lay down on her bed and stared at the ceiling and she had a feeling that very soon things were going to start going terribly wrong.
