Camille looked up at her ceiling, her whole room with no light.
"Wow, that Ouran Host Club sure is odd. I have no idea how Haruhi can deal with it," she thought.
"But what about Kyoya? Are you calling him odd, too?" A voice piped up in her head. She turned toward her right wall.
"No…but he is…different...I can't think of a word that describes him, or can even be associated with him. Haruhi is confusing, Tamaki obnoxious, even I can say that the twins are mischievous…but I can't describe Kyoya," Camille answered the voice.
She sighed and felt tears in her eyes as she remembered her last love:
She was meandering through the halls of her public middle school on a highway, miles away from any sort of a town. She had stayed after school to go to an academic team meeting and she had missed the after school bus. Now she was waiting for her mother to pick her up. She had heard voices echoing through the halls and had followed it to the source.
She was thirteen and in a huge crush with a childhood friend.
Camille, her sandy hair in a ponytail and she in a pale blue t-shirt and blue jeans, looked around the corner and saw him. His short brown hair was flat against his head and his black tee was loose on his skinny frame. An older and stronger boy by the name of Tyrone had a shaved head and dark blue eyes had covered Joseph's face with bruises prior to her finding of them.
"Don't you dare look at Emily ever again! You hear!" Tyrone yelled in Joseph's face when Camille couldn't take in anymore. She ran out from her hiding place and put herself between Tyrone and the now-sinking Joseph. The bully's face filled with more rage as she folded her arms.
"Move out of the way, nerdette," Tyrone yelled and Camille had mischievously smiled.
"No," she said with pride.
The crack of Tyrone's hand meeting Camille's cheek echoed through the empty hallways.
"I said move!" The persecutor repeated and, through the sting, the rebel refused to budge.
Then it hit her: her coach was still here, but on the other side of the school.
She looked toward her crush with plea to do something, but then her heart fell when he looked at her with fear in her eyes. The bully prepared to strike again when Camille yelled to Joseph, "Go get Mr. Smith! I'll distract him!"
Her heart fell even more when he took off running down the hallway and left her with the bully. She took a breath and looked Tyrone in the eye right before she jumped into the air…
Camille's alarm clock went off and she read the time being 6:00 A.M., it was time for her to wake up for school.
"Wow," she thought as she sat up in her bed, "I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep!"
Hey, it is I-the AUTHOR! *evil laugh* Sorry this isn't as long as the first chapter! The bold text, in case if you didn't know why I bolded it (no offense to anyone who got it right away), is supposed to be her dream/memory. Please Comment, I'm okay with any type of critique; good or bad!
