The next morning was normal more normal due to the fact Zach didn't decide to pay us a visit. I drove Joey to school then made my way to school. I had a funny feeling in my stomach, good or bad I'm not sure. I pull into a available parking space and exit my car.

"Hey Cammie, have you done the Maths homework on surds?" Liz greeted me as I walk to my locker.

"Surds?" I ask very confused

"tell me you didn't forget?!...urgh! Cammie! You've seen the wrath of Mr. Mosckowitz" I thought back to my first Maths lesson and the 'speech' Mr. Mosckowitz gave another student that forgot their homework.

I say 'speech' because it was literally Mr. Mosckowitz lecturing the poor soul that forgot his homework for about twenty minutes about the importance of homework. In short it was: don't do homework=grades fall, grades failing=a bad college, a bad college=bad degree, a bad degree= bad job, bad job= you teach teenagers algebra for a living. Mr Mosckowitz has such a lovely look on life.

"Poop! I forgot about it. I was busy helping Joey with his school work" I groan.

"You can copy mine but just change a few of the answers so it looks more like you did it" I look at her as she turns bright red "No! I didn't mean you were to dumb not to get all the right answers, I just meant that I always all the answers right, not that you couldn't get them right if you tried I just meant-" I cut off her rambling as the bell goes, signalling homeroom and we start to make our way there.

"shhh Liz ssshh" I put my index finger on her lips she looks down at it and I laugh slightly "It's ok Liz I'll just try and talk to Mr Mosckowitz about being new and not being used to it, Ok?" she nods still looking down at my finger. "Anyway from what I've seen Mr Mosckowitz is kinda easy to trick"

Homeroom went the same, registration, gossip, laughing and the sorts. It helps that the girls and guys are there. Ironically convenient. I was making my way to Maths with Liz when the feeling in my stomach decides to remind me of its presence.

"You ok Cammie?" Liz asks looking concerned

"I just feel funny" I shrug like its nothing

"Maybe it's your lady time" she suggests

"maybe" I say still not convinced as we enter the Maths classroom.

"Miss Sutton and Miss Morgan homework please" Mr Mosckowitz holds out his hand ready for our papers, Liz gives in her paper while I rub the back of my neck.

"Mr Mosckowitz, I not used to this amount of homework is ok if I give you it tomorrow" my voice rising up a pitch at the end of the sentence. He gives me a look saying he's not impressed but nods reluctantly.

"Tomorrow morning on my desk if it's not on it you'll get a detention, am I clear?"

"crystal sir"

"good, now take your seat" and I do. I smile in victory at Liz and she she her head smiling slightly.

"Ok Class settle down" Mr Mosckowitz says addressing the class "Ok let's start off easy. Dillon, what's 5 plus 6 surd above 3 surd take away 2 surd?"

"2?" someone answers, I recognise the person as the guy who forgot his homework yesterday.

Mr Mosckowitz pinches the bridge of his nose "No Dillon 2 is-" Mr Mosckowitz is cut off by the ringing of a phone.

I quickly realise that it's my phone. I only get phone calls from Abby when she decides to check up on us.

"Who's phone is that?" Mr Mosckowitz asks annoyed and angry. I raise my hand up slowly.

"Seeing as your new, I have rules Miss Morgan." he gives me a pointed look as my phone continues to beep "My rule is that students who's phones go off are to answer their phones on speaker in front of the class, so Miss Morgan..." she gestures towards the beeping phone. I look at the caller ID and notice it's Joey's school. Oh no this can't be good. I start to panic slightly.

"Hello Cameron Morgan" I answer professional

"Miss Morgan it's Joey" the person on the phone says, I take a quick glance at Liz to see her listen intently while looking worried.

"Yes?" I say already stuffing my books into my bag as quick as I can.

"We were suppose to study road safety and Joey started shaking and sweating very badly showing symptoms of a panic attack. We managed to clam him down but he's been crying for you, if it's possible to come pick him up for the rest of the day then please do as it would be best for Joey's health and safety"

And with that I run out of maths ignoring Mr Mosckowitz shouts. As I run to my car. Joey hasn't had a panic attack in over a year. Joey might have been a baby when the crash happen but he hates everything to do with car crashes. When he was younger, about three, he accidentally watched a car crash on the TV and freaked out.

I've always felt terrible for it, I was suppose to be watching over him but when I came back from being in the bathroom Joey was crying I looked at the screen to see '50 Best Crashes' it seems Joey changed the channel while I was in the loo and saw some of the crashes.

I pulled into the school and ran to the front desk. I saw Joey crying in the corner sitting on a plastic chair.

"I want my Mummy!" he wails

"Joey" I call out like it's a prayer he looks up tear-y eyed. He takes a second for it to click that its me but flings himself at me within seconds. He clings to my legs like they're his lifeline. "Shh Joey I'm here, I'm here" I try to offer comfort.

I managed to get him home after a little bit of difficultly. By the time we got home it was 11:34 am. My attendance must be horrible already. I carry Joey onto the sofa and he crawls into my lap resting his head on my chest. I stoke his hair with one hand hugging him with the other.

"Want to talk about it?" I ask gently, he shakes his head "Come on sweetie, what happened?" after a few moments past Joey turns his head so I can see his eyes. They were red and puffy from crying.

"the man came into our classroom talking about how to be safe..." he says I nod for him to continue "...he said how we should look before crossing..." he pauses again "...the man started talking a-a-about crashes" he rushes the last bit out before burring his head into my chest again and sobbing. I hold onto him tightly waiting for him to calm down.

"Do you want a hot chocolate?" I ask quietly. He nods and I was just about to get up when I hear a knock at the door. I grab a blanket from the other sofa and wrap it around Joey; kiss his cheek. I walk to the door and open it.

There stands a certain Zachary Goode...

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