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Camille tried her hardest to pretend that today was just like any other normal day. Like her mother wasn't missing. Like she wasn't forced to live with the Davenports. Like she didn't just discover her long lost father.

No, to her, this was going to be just like nay other normal day.

But it wasn't that easy. First, she had to deal with her new siblings/cousins as Donald drove them to school.

The moment she escaped the vehicle, she waltzed alone up to the school door, head held high. Camille walked over to her usual crew of friends, or technically, minions.

Amy, Susie, and Olive all looked up at her with wide, admirable eyes.

"Camille! I love your outfit today!"

"And your hair- flawless as usual!"

"You just have tell me where you bought those shoes!"

"Enough!" Camille snapped, and her minions shrunk back. "I am not in the mood for any of this,"

Ken gave her his trademarked, dashing smile and put his arm around her. "Relax babe, no one means any harm,"

Stephanie walked over to the group. "Camille! Guess who just got you and Jake on the nomination list for Prom Queen and King!"

Camille turned to her, giving her a sharp glare. "Tell me Stephanie, is getting nominated winning?"

"Uh, I guess not," Stephanie whimpered, biting her lip.

"Then get out there and change that!" Camille ordered. Stephanie rushed out her line of sight.

Ken raised an eyebrow. "Camille, you are more on edge than usual. Is something bothering you?"

Camille gave her boyfriend a bittersweet smile. "Darling, don't you think that if something was wrong I would told you already?"

Ken nodded. "You are right. Sorry,"

"Never mind any of this," Camille sighed. "Lets just get to class,"

After a near uneventful day at school, Camille rushed home. She opened the door and found Tasha and Donald talking by his desk.

"Did you hear from your friend at the FBI? Have they found anything out regarding my mother?!" Camille asked desperately.

Donald stepped towards her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Actually honey, they haven't found any evidence of survivors. The odds- well, they don't look well,"

Camille stepped away from him, letting his hand fall off her shoulder.

Ignoring Donald and Tasha's attempts to comfort her, Camille turned and ran up the stairs.

Camille pranced angrily across the room, unable to contain her energy. She reached out, grabbing the small desk lamp from her dresser and threw it at her large silver mirror that was hanging on the wall.

After smashing the mirror, shattered pieces of glass flew across the room.

Camille cried out in pain as she lost her balance, fell to floor, and got several shards of glass inserted into her leg.

After hearing the commotion, Tasha rushed upstairs, Donald following closely behind her.

Tasha opened the door a crack and looked in. Her heart broke at the sight of Camille half laying on the floor, sobbing and bleeding from her leg and hands. "Grab me a broom, dustpan, first aid kit, and some water," Tasha told Donald.

While he headed downstairs, Tasha opened the door wider and carefully walked into the room.

Camille pretended not to notice Tasha come in, staring at her hands.

Tasha knelt down in front of her. "Camille how about we get away from all the broken glass," she suggested.

Camille nodded slowly, unable to get herself to speak.

Taking her by the forearms, Tasha helped Camille onto the bed. Then Donald came into the room, giving Tasha her needed supplies.

"Honey, can you let me handle this," Tasha whispered to Donald.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes, now give us some space," Tasha ordered.

Donald nodded, leaving quickly.

Tasha took the first aid kit, removing the glass from her legs. "Honey this is going to sting a little bit," Tasha said aloud, dabbing the wound with alcohol.

Camille bit her lip, not wanting to show her pain.

Tasha continued to bandage her leg and hands. She then convinced Camille to lay down on her bed. Tasha began to sweep up the broken glass until she had it all off the ground.

Camille moaned a little bit, trying to sit up.

Tasha rushed to her side. "Camille, would you like some ibuprofen?" she asked.

Camille nodded. Tasha grabbed the glass of water and took two pills out of the bottle and handed them to her.

As Camille swallowed the pills, Tasha took a seat on the bed beside her.

"Camille, honey, I know that you are pretty upset. And you have every right to be. But when you get angry or frustrated or upset, you have a whole household full of people, especially me and your father, who want nothing more than to help you," Tasha told her.

Camille shot up. "Don't call him that!"

Tasha stayed calm. "He is your father though,"

"I don't know if you noticed, but I don't need a daddy and I don't need a replacement mommy," Camille seethed, trying to ignore the pain in her leg.

Tasha straight at her. "I hope you realize that I am not trying to. I am just trying to be there for you, and so is Donald,"

"Are you deaf? I don't need either of you!" Camille shrieked.

"Is everything okay in here?" Donald asked, stepping into the room after hearing the noise.

"Donald, please tell your little wife to leave me alone!" Camille snapped.

"Camille, Tasha is just trying to help you," Donald said.

"I don't need her help, and I don't you need you! I am almost 17, I have never needed you before, and I don't now. You were never there for me before, so why should I believe you will be now?"

"Camille, your mother never told me she was pregnant, how could I have known?" Donald countered.

Camille looked him dead in the eyes. "She never told you because WE didn't need you. You lost your usefulness, and she got rid of you. Aren't you supposed to be a genius Donald? Didn't you ever realize that she never really loved you,"

"Stop that young lady!" Tasha warned her.

"Or else what? I'm grounded. The only reason I am here is so that I can crash here for a little while until I settle some matters. Then I will be out of your hair for good!"

"Why would you want to be on your own? Don't you realize that I want to be part of your life?" Donald asked.

Camille scowled. "And don't you realize that I don't? Don't you realize that I am just like my mother. When things aren't useful, we throw them away. Just like you,"

Tasha stepped in between the hurt-looking Donald and Camille. "Donald isn't a thing, he is your father,"

"Plants are alive, yet we through them away when they lose their beauty. Tasha, I know you want to be this savior step-mother, but you aren't. I have had many step dads before and they all go eventually. Either they leave or loose their usefulness. And it isn't long before a new model comes around. So stay out of this. I don't expect you in my life that long," Camille ranted.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that, Tasha is only trying to help you!" Donald scolded.

"Maybe she should stop trying then," Camille muttered, getting off the bed. She stormed out of the room and down the staircase.

"Where are you going?" Donald asked, seeing her go for the front door.

"Anywhere but here," Camille whispered, slamming the door and running outside.

Thanks for reading, please review to tell me what you thought of this chapter! ~Azula.