Chapter 2

The Blackthorne Crisis

From:

To:

Have you heard from your father yet? Did you tell him this was an EMERGENCY? Because I don't think your pulling you weight completely, dear Cameron.

My pen pal thinks he's so cool and I'm ready to shoot Principal Solomon for forcing us into this program. You hear me, Cammie? SHOOT HIM!

I think we should protest. We can steal all of Mr. Solomon's sharpies.

That'll show him.

-M. McHenry

Dear Preston,

Preston is a strange name, did you know that?

Also, I am writing this to you against my own free will which does mean that I am writing this with my teacher standing right over my shoulder making sure I go through with this assignment. His name is Mr. Moskowitz and he has a mustache. It's creepy.

So, this means that I do not in anyway enjoy writing letters to you and whatever whores roam your precious school.

Mr. M said a good 'ice-breaker' would be saying what kind of extra-curricular activities I do after school to see if we have anything in common.

Since I would very much like to have something in common with you, I decided to admit to my passion of smuggling with exchange students by the dumpsters at school.

Talk to you sometime after Mr. M finds a postage stamp (he is franticly looking as I speak),

Cammie Morgan.

Dear Cammie,

One word comes to mind when I think of you. It starts with an 'f' and ends with a 'you'.

That's two words but who's counting? Certainly not you.

With hate,

Preston.

Dear diary,

I fell really really stupid writing in this thing and talking to 'it' (did I offend you diary?). My therapist says that in order to take out my anger I should write in a diary so I can 'let all of my feelings out'. I'm pretty sure I overheard my therapist buying drugs over the phone the other day so I really don't think he's in the place to judge.

But I'm writing in this thing anyway.

So the target of my anger this week is a boy who wears too much hair gel and smirks 24/7. His name? Zachary Goode.

He likes to hang out at my school everyday so he can find some naive girl, get her drunk and then hook up with her. Apparently I'm his new victim since I'm such a "challenge".

He's, in a word, a slut.

My conversation with him today goes as follows:

Zach: I'm liking the shorts, Morgan.

Me: Fuck you.

Zach: Right here and now? Well alright.

And then I pushed him into a lake and walked away. Or that's how I imagined how it went at least. Apparently he is pen pals with Macey. He already told her his 'My mom is a bitch and my father is an alcoholic speech'. He thinks it gives him an air of mystery or something.

Sigh. Sometimes I want to strangle that whore.

My pen pal doesn't seem to have a personality. Or maybe he thinks this program is as pointless as I do. We have something in common. My therapist says that can be a relationship builder.

Peace out?

C. Morgan

a/n: yeah Cammie's rather psychotic. And this was rather short. I'm just getting the relationships building.

Oh and (I feel like I should start writing a warning at the end of all my stories. Sigh.) this story is not all about ZC but they still get, um, interaction of some sorts. And it's not all about zacey (you can breathe now I'm not gonna start shoving them down your throats.) But I thought they would be better to pair up for pen pals since they've both got, uh, spunkiness

I'm done rambling now. Review mmkay?