CPOV

"Seriously, what is the point of History, if they are already dead?" Zach complained as we walked to our 4th period, History. It was Thursday, September 6th, the third day of school.

"Because we need to learn from our mistakes, and you know the saying "If you don't know it, you're bound to repeat it," Zach," I explained…again.

"I still think it's pointless."

"Of course you do." We continued walking and joking when the drama teacher approached us.

"Ah, hell Cameron and Zachary," Madam Dabney said.

"Hello Madam Dabney," I said. Zach didn't say anything, so I nudged him in the stomach.

"Hello," he said. He wasn't involved with the drama department, so he didn't really know her.

"Is there anything I can help you with Madam?" I asked.

"Yes darling. It is my understanding that you own a vast amount of instruments, and I was wondering if you could be so kind as to lend some to the drama department like you did last year."

"Of course! I can bring them by tomorrow. Which instruments would you like to borrow?"

"A banjo, guitar, and a violin."

"Okay, I'll bring them by tomorrow. Goodbye Madam Dabney."

"Goodbye Cameron." After that, she was off. Zach and I continued on our path to History.

"So about history …" He started.

"Shut up! We have to learn it no matter what!" I shouted.

"Easy Cam. I was just going to ask if you let go of your history, and entered that contest," Zach said. Here's the thing. I did enter that contest. I entered my We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together song, but I only told Grant. I guess I just didn't want the pathetic looks, or pity if I lost, so I told Grant to keep his mouth shut.

"That is for me to know and for you to find out," I said cryptically with a smirk on my face.

"First off, that's my smirk. Second, how will I find out?"

"Well if I entered, and win then my song will be played on the radio tomorrow. If I lose or didn't enter, it won't be played." He was about to say something when the wicked witch of the west happened to make an appearance.

"Please, like you would ever win Cammie," Kennedy said. She was the head of the "mean crew" as we put it. Her little posse was always by her side, and she dated the biggest jerk in school, Dillon. He and his friends were part of the crew too.

"Just leave her alone," Zach said. I may seem like I have confidence, but when it came to them, I couldn't get a word out.

"Aw, little Cammie can't fight her own battles?" Kennedy snickered.

"Pathetic!" her right hand man, Mandy, said.

"What's your problem?" asked Zach.

"I don't have a problem, but someone does." She looked over towards me and walked over to me. "What? Can't speak without your daddy?" she sneered in a baby voice.

"Get over yourself!" Zach yelled and pulled me away from them. Once we were out of hearing distance, Zach spoke to me. "Don't let them get to you."

"I should have stood up to them. I shouldn't let them walk all over me!" I said and I could feel the tears coming.

"It's fine. Speaking just isn't your thing. You're a singer." I nodded my head, and we headed to history. Zach told the teacher we got lost, so that's why we were late, and it worked because it was only the third day of school, and the teacher was new, so she didn't know that we knew every inch of this school. I took my seat which was sadly across the room from Zach.

"Hey Cammie, my sources tell me that you were late because you were sneaking off school grounds with Zach." That was Tina. She's like the school's gossip girl. Every bit of information you want to know on teachers, students, and relationships, she knows. Well, at least she THINKS she knows. Don't get me wrong, she's a sweet girl, and we are kind of friends, but she just needs to get better "sources."

"No, Tina, I did not sneak off school grounds with Zach." The rest of history went on as usual…boring.

- Next Day -

"Thanks again for coming with me to drop these instruments off guys," I said to Macey and Bex. Liz was home sick. Bex was holding the guitar, Macey was holding the violin, and I was carrying the banjo.

"No problem," they said. We were halfway to the drama room when Kennedy showed up…with her posse of course.

"Hey look, it's the loser squad," she said. The crew snickered.

"Glad to see your finally seeing yourself for what you truly are," Macey snapped back. She and Bex were the only ones who stood up to Kennedy and her crew. There was a bunch of "OHHHHH's" and only then did I realize a crowd was forming.

"Watch it, McHenry."

"Why don't you make her, Woodson?" Bex said. The crowd was getting bigger as the circled around us.

"Nobody asked you to butt in," Kennedy spat.

"No, but when you insult me and my friends, I'm going to butt in." I was steaming inside. Here were my friends sticking up to her, and I sat by and did nothing. Not anymore. It's time to take a stand.

"Why don't you just shut up and leave us all alone," I said. All eyes were on me. Kennedy looked like she was going to explode.

"Hey guys, the head loser speaks." I got an idea.

"I do speak. I also sing a little. In fact, I wrote a song just for you and your crew, Kennedy. Want to hear it?" I asked a sudden burst of confidence coming over me. I was going to sing, and that's when I felt most comfortable.

"Let's see. Humiliate you in front of the whole school because you can't sing? Wouldn't miss a chance." I nodded and whispered to Bex and Macey what song we were doing. I wrote a song about the crew and I taught the guitar part to Bex, and the violin part to Macey, and I played the banjo. There were other instruments in the song, but we could play it without them. I faced her and put a grin on my face, and then started playing. (A/N: The song is called Mean. It's by Taylor Swift. I LOVE this song! And normal=Cammie singing, Italicized=Bex and Macey singing, and underline= all of them singing).

You, with your words like knives,
And swords and weapons that you use against me.

You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like a nothing.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalk board, calling me out when I'm wounded.

You, picking on the weaker man.

You can take me down,
With just one single blow.

But you don't know,
What you don't know!

Bex and Macey started playing their instruments.

Someday, I'll be, living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be, big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

Kennedy, Dillon, and the crew started walking away, so we followed them and continued. The crowd followed too.

You, with your switching sides,
And your wildfire lies, and your humiliation.

You, have pointed out my flaws again.
As if I don't already see them.

I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out, cause I'll never impress you.
I just want to feel okay again.

I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold.
But the cycle ends right now.
cause you can't lead me down that road.

And you don't know,
What you don't know.

We were walking backwards now, so I could face her as I sang.
[ Lyrics from: lyrics/t/taylor_ ]
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday I'll be,
Big enough so you can't hit me.

And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

We ended up in the cafeteria. There were 3 circle tables in like a triangle form. Bex and Macey stood on the ones in the back, and I stood on the one at the point, in front. Almost the entire school was surrounding us now, and the crew was in the middle of the huge mob.

And I can see you years from now, in a bar,
Talking over a football game.
With that same big loud opinion,
But nobody's listening.

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things.
Drunk and grumbling on about,
How I can't sing.

But all you are is mean.

I looked Kennedy straight in the eyes as I sang the next part.

All you are, is mean,
And a liar,
And pathetic,
And alone in life.

And mean,

and mean,

and mean,

Everybody sang the last mean.

and mean!

We stopped playing our instruments and started clapping to the beat with the audience. Everybody sang the chorus.

But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

I looked to my right, and in the crowd, I saw my other friends. I locked eyes with Zach and saw how proud he was that I finally stood up to them, and he had a genuine smile on his face as he clapped along with everyone. We started playing our instruments again, and the crowd stopped singing and started listening again, but were still clapping.

YEAH-EAH!
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
(Why you gotta be so mean)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
(Why you gotta be so mean)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Why you gotta be so mean?

The audience erupted into clapping. We took a bow, and waved to everyone. It kind of felt like a concert. The crew was sending deadly glares my way. If looks could kill, I would have been so dead.

"Get off the table, and get to class before I write up all of you!" the principle, Mr. Smith, yelled. We jumped off the tables, and everyone was scrambling to get to class. Bex, Macey, and I sprinted to the drama room, dropped off the instruments, then sprinted to 1st period, which we had together, all before Madam Dabney could get a word out.

The second we walked into 1st block, which was English, we were rewarded with applause. We just smiled and found our seats. The seats, from left to right, were: Liz, Jonas, Macey, Bex, Grant, Me, and then Zach. Of course there were other people in the class, but I don't feel the need to explain where they sit.

"Nice concert, sis," Grant whispered while winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"I was just telling them off…through song," I stated, and started taking notes off the whiteboard. About 10 minutes into taking notes, I realized that Grant and Zach kept looking at each other, as if talking through their eyes. Grant looked like he was trying to convince him to do something. Now before you start asking questions, yes, Grant does know that I like Zach, and I know that he likes Bex. He's my best friend and I'm his, so we tell each other everything. We get along much better than normal siblings.

"Okay class, now we are going to watch this video on famous authors," Mrs. Smith, yes the principle's wife, said. I was surprised they were married. They were total opposites. She was super nice, and he was super mean.

Once the video started, I piece of paper landed on my desk. I unfolded it and read it.

Cammie,

I really miss you. Will you take me back?

~Josh

(A/N:HA! Bet you thought it was from Zach!) I laughed to myself. I wrote on the back of the sheet of paper and then threw it back at him. It said:

Josh,

Get this through your thick head. . . .TOGETHER.

Sincerely,

I hate you.

I watched as his expression changed from happy to sad as he read my message. I turned back around and faced the video.

"What was that about?" Zach whispered.

"Nothing," I said.

-Later that day-

Grant was driving us home from school. He always drove home, but he had football practice before the game, so I had to wait for him.

"Hey, it's 3:58, we should check the radio," Grant said as he turned on the radio and switched to XM11. Chris Brown's song Don't Wake Me Up was playing.

"Grant, don't get your hopes up. I probably didn't even win," I stated.

"You have to have more faith in yourself. Stop being so negative."

"I'm not negative; I'm realistic." I blasted the song, and Grant and I sang along, laughing at how ridiculous we sounded. We were trying to impersonate Chris Brown's voice, and it wasn't working out. Finally, the song ended.

"Alright, it's time to announce the winner of the End of Summer XM Radio Concert! We had over 3000 entries, but the second we heard this voice and song, we knew she was the winner. So here is Cammie Morgan with We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together!" the radio guy said, and then he started playing my song. Both Grant and I were stunned for about 5 seconds.

"OH MY GOD! THERE PLAYING MY SONG! ON THE RADIO!" I screamed. Grant put the volume on full blast. We sang at the top of our lungs, and didn't care how we sounded.

It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

A/N: I didn't get any homework, so I thought, why not write? So here is your update, but I can't promise anymore this week. I don't know how my schedule will end up, but don't worry. I'll update as soon as I can, and the chapters will be extra-long. As a side note: What did you guys think?