The first chapter will be dedicated to purplebutterfly12 because they were the first to review. Thanks, I really appreciate it xxx
Here's chapter one! Let me know what you think by clicking REVIEWWWWW. CPOVSo it all began when Dad met Joanna Ferguson. A.N. I have nothing against that name it's just the first one that came into my head! Please don't take offence. She was pretty, young, flirty. He fell for her pretty darn hard. Oh and did I mention her two lovely daughters, who were the same age as me? I was eight at the time.
So there he was, falling in love, and my mom died when I was a baby, so he decided to go for it and marry her when they'd only known each other a couple months. Her kids, Melissa and Jessica, were apparently 'bound to be best friends with me.' A.N. nothing against those names either, I actually wanna call my kid Melissa when I'm older. Not that I didn't like them, they were just a bit too materialistic for me.
It was all going swimmingly, then all of a sudden, my dad's dead – cancer, like with Mom – and Joanna takes over Dad's diner. That was the first thing she did – there wasn't a will, so she got everything – after he passed away. She changed the name from Matt's Diner to Joanna's Diner. She painted it a vile shade of pink. It went downhill, but we still got plenty of customers because my Aunt Abby stayed working there. She was my mom's sister, and she'd worked at Dad's diner for as long as I could remember. I loved her more than anything. She was there for me after Dad passed away, and Joanna, Melissa and Jessica most definitely weren't.
After the diner had been changed for the worse, things at home started changing. We moved out of our cosy house and she found tons and tons of money in the bank that he'd been saving. It was only later that I found out he'd planned on giving it to me if I didn't have enough for college tuition. There was millions more in there than was needed for college, and I had no idea how he got it. Anyway, so we moved into this mansion with a pool and tennis courts and everything. Melissa and Jessica could finally have anything they wanted, Joanna could get a boob job, they were ecstatic. But a year or so later, Joanna got me to help out with household chores. And then I was doing the twins' homework for them, and I was cleaning so she didn't have to waste money on a cleaner, and when I was old enough I started working in the diner.
I'd never been popular at school, but I had friends. The number of friends got smaller and smaller because I had less and less free time. In the end it was just me, Jonas, Liz and Nick. Grant and Macey ditched us for the popular crowd a few years back.
My story is set when I'm seventeen. Recently, I've been talking to this guy. Not in person, or on Skype or anything. Just emailing and texting. I had no idea what he looked like, or what his real name was. I called him Blackthorne Boy, because that was the college he wanted to go to. See, he wanted to be a singer, he was always telling me. His parents wanted him to play football his whole life, but that wasn't what he wanted. Blackthorne Boy wanted to go to the University of Blackthorne. He couldn't tell his parents about it because of their dream about football, but he talked to me about it all the time, and I knew how he felt. I wanted so badly to go to the Gallagher Academy of Performing Arts and study dancing and singing. It had been my dream ever since I was in my baby bouncer.
Blackthorne Boy and me had met in a chat room. We talked all the time about all sorts of things, not just singing. He called me Gallagher Girl, and I got a little thrill every time I saw it there on the screen.
You wanna know the best part? He goes to Roseville High like me! We haven't told each other out names because guessing is really fun, and besides, if he knew who I was he'd be disappointed. Anyone would be disappointed to find out the person they'd been talking to for the past three months was Diner Girl – that's what everyone called me, because that's where I worked. That was what they knew me as. Half of Roseville High probably didn't even know I was called Cameron Morgan (although I hated Cameron and everyone called me Cammie).
"CAMMIE!" I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud screech.
I ran down the stairs two at a time, coming to an abrupt halt in front of my stepmother.
"Yes, Joanna?" I said in a polite tone.
She rolled her eyes. "Where have you been, you worthless girl? You're supposed to be doing the evening shift at the diner tonight," she cried in her nasal voice.
"I'm sorry, no one told me I was working tonight, I don't normally work on Sundays—" I started, but she cut me off.
"Well you're working now whether you like it or not, missy, so get to the diner!"
"But Joanna, I'm really sorry but I have this huge math test tomorrow, and I'm so bad at math, I need to study for it and—" I objected, but she just interrupted me again.
Shaking her head she said, "No. Just no. Don't be so selfish, Cammie. I really expect better from you. Help me out here, go to the diner, and be your father's daughter! I don't need any crap A.N. FYI I don't swear! from you right now. I've got to be up early, I'm getting my breasts done again. Now off you go."
I had no choice. Ten minutes later I was pulling into the parking lot outside Joanna's Diner, cutting the engine and getting out of my beat-up blue Chevy pickup truck. I nearly tripped over as I reached the back door, but I caught myself on a counter. Then I was putting my uniform pale green apron on over the top of my skinny jeans and plain blue tank top. I walked over to a table full of teenagers and put my notepad and pen down on the table so I could scrape my hair into a loose messy bun as quickly as possible.
"Hey, what can I get you guys?" I asked. That was when I realised, too late, that they were not only students at Roseville High, but they were the most popular of the popular crowd. Zach, Tina, Courtney, Grant, Josh, Macey and Kim. Kings and Queens of Roseville High. Tina was looking at me as though I was a mere slave compared to her role as Queen Tina Walters. Which I was.
I snapped out of it when I heard Macey saying, "Look who it is. Diner Girl. You do know I only agreed to come here because I heard you don't work Sundays, right?"
Unable to think of a response that wouldn't be rude, I simply said, "I can come back later if you aren't ready to order yet…?" trailing off so it came out like a question.
"Nah," Zach said, "Macey's just being a bitch." A.N. again, I don't swear, just for the purposes of the story.
"Zachary Jason Goode, don't you dare call me a bitch!" Macey nearly shrieked. Gosh, she sounded like Joanna when she went that high pitch.
Zach ignored her and turned to me, saying what they all wanted while I wrote it down as quickly as humanely possible so I could get away from their table fast. I didn't like Zach, he was cocky and rude and completely not my type, but I didn't want to judge him because he had just saved me from Macey McHenry, so I was darn grateful. Macey had hated me ever since she became popular, which led to Zach's girlfriend Tina hating me too, and I'd thought they all hated me. That was, until Zach called Macey a bitch A.N. I DON'T SWEAR…but I guess you know by now so I'll stop with these annoying author's notes and said 'please' when he finished.
I fled the table and kept to the other side of the diner until their orders were up. Then I had no choice but to take their food over. I put it all down, and got a couple of thanks yous, but then as I was walking away, Macey's foot magically appeared in front of me, and before I had time to register anything, BAM, I was flat on my face. And you know what makes it even worse? I get nosebleeds a lot. Like all the time. A.N. I actually do get TONS of nosebleeds, it sucks. So as soon as my nose hit the floor, warm blood is trickling steadily into my mouth and I'm running outside to the parking lot, my hand over my nose, tears stinging my eyes because it had really hurt.
"Oops! My bad!" I heard Macey's voice giggle as I ran. I slowed down once I was outside, and walked over to a low wall on the edge of the lot. Sitting down, I pulled a packet of Kleenex out my pocket – I was always prepared for nosebleeds, it became a habit – and wiped away the blood, then held another one to my nose, waiting for it to stop.
That was when I heard footsteps coming over, and I looked up to see…
Dun dun DUUUNNN! Cliffy!
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