Cammie opened her eyes instantly. She didn't know why, her alarm hadn't gone off. In fact, it was still dark outside. She turned over to look at the clook and found that it was only 5:07, she usually woke up at 6:45. Cammie tried to go back to sleep but she couldn't. She tossed and turned for forty five minutes before giving up. She stared at the ceiling just like she did every night and thought about life again. She realized how fast the day before had gone. It was like a blurred image in her mind. She couldn't even remember half the things that had happened, only the big things. Watching the news, Joe driving her to the hospital. She didn't even know why she couldn't have driven herself. In that blur of a moment it hadn't even occured to her that she could drive. It was like she had taken a sleeping pill and had slept through all of yesterday, and it was all a dream. She wished it was a dream, she wished so hard. It never was though.

Cammie turned over onto her stomach and buried her face into her pillow. It muffled the sounds she made when she cried. It was all becoming too much for her, she couldn't take it. She had to let it out sometime. She cried through the sunrise she knew her mother would want her to enjoy. but she couldn't. Her life was such a mess, she didn't know where to even start to make it better. There was just a big tangled web of issues in her head, and she couldn't take it in that moment in time. She cried until she got it all out, then she sat up and wiped her nose. She was suprised at how normal she felt. Then it all began to confuse her, because at the moment it was the most tangled her web had ever gotten. Why would she feel normal? She shook her to clear those kind of thoughts. Normal was good, she wanted normal. SHe didn't need those confuising thoughts getting in the way or Normal.

She was jolted out of her thoughts by her alarm clock ringing and she immediately shut it off. She wanted to sit and think a little bit more, but that wouldn't be Normal. Cammie reminded herself again that she wanted Normal, and then she went to perform her daily morning routine. She came down the stairs with her school work done and a smile on her face. The smile didn't wuite reach her eyes though and it was apparent to anyone who looked. Cammie had woken up with dark circles under her eyes, which she had covered with concealer and makeup.

She ended up being downstairs early and she grabbed a big breakfast to eat. A cinnamon bun and pancakes with syrup. She still ended up with time on her hands. She went to turn on the TV to the news like she had yesterday, but she stopped herself. If she did she would see more depressing stories about car crashes and kidnapping and murders. It would make her feel sad because she had gone through it herself. And however cold-hearted it seemed, Cammie didn't want to feel sad, because that was not Normal.

Cammie swallowed her last bite of pancaake then met her friends at the front walk. The ride to school was just like any other day and that made Cammie happy. They walked into school and Cammie only felt a few eyes on her, that made her smile even more. She talked with her friends until first period, then her and Bex walked with Zach to class. It was almost like any other day, but there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Bex talked most of the time, but Cammie and Zach never said more than a few words. Cammie wanted things between them to be Normal, but it could never happen again, she had screwed up too badly.

She sighed and went to class. The rest of the day was a blur but she remembered apologies, sad smiled, laughter with her friends. Gym was a blur too. She could barely remember what they had done. All she remembered was running. They had done long-distance and ran 5 miles. She had spent that time thinking over her life and who she wanted to be. She knew she didn't want to be cliche, and it felt like a relief to figure that part out. She didn't know what she wanted to be though. Normal, different, weird, special. All she knew was that she wanted to be unique, she wanted to be herself.

Her and Bex drove home in silence and Cammie walked to her room stuck in her thoughts. She couldn't figure out how to be unique. She thought it was because she didn't know who she was yet. If she figured out who she was, everything would make more sense. She couldn't do it alone though. She needed someone to help her find herself. She had a gut feeling it was Zach. With his protectiveness, and his crooked smile, and his bright green eyes. Cami did her homework in a blur, not even thinking about it. She didn't know what to do with Zach. She needed him, but everything was in a mess. Her web had just gotten more tangled.

Cammie made herself some dinner and ate quietly watching more Full House reruns, trying to cheer herself up. It never worked though, she could only think about Zach two blocks down. Or her mom laying in a hospital bed. Cammie only was able to finish half of her dinner, and so she stored the rest in the refrigerator and went to take a shower. Showers for her were like thinking places, where no one could bother her and the water pounded soothingly on her back. Today she focused on the water and tried not to think about anything bad. It worked for a while, and she felt relaxed and content inside. But when she got out and dried her hair she looked in the mirror. She saw herself of course, but she sasw past herself too. For the first time, she looked at herself like a different person would. She asked herself the question, if she met herself in a different life would she like her? Maybe all the other students that gave her glares had the right to. She didn't know what to think anymore. She got into bed after changing into her pajamas and stared at the ceiling. This time, she studied its flaws. Through her thinking time she had learned that everything has flaws no matter how small. It really is all in the eye of the beholder, to look past the flaws and see the good things inside. Maybe Cammie had too many flaws and they covered up the good things.

All of a sudden Cammie felt really insecure. Like she really should have to cover up her face with a brown bag so people wouldn't have to look at her. Like she shouldn't go to school and just stay home all day. Half of her wanted to see how people would react, but the other half wanted to do it just to get away from everything. Cammie didn't know what to do, she was getting lost in her web. She blocked it out for a second, and decided she needed sleep. She could figure things out in the morning. Cami rolled over like she did every night, and fell asleep.

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Hey guys! Sorry for the shortness and the late update. Thatnks so much for all of your reviews(: We hit 50 on Chapter 8! I can't do the RF anymore because of time issues but I will try every once in a while. Sorry Call Moi Crazy. I have to go now, so bye!