Life As We Know It

The Next Morning, 34 weeks old

C.P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of Anna Leigh crying. I sharply stood up and looked over at the motel's alarm clock, it read 7:30 am. I rubbed my eyes and stood up. When I opened my eyes everything looked dizzy and swirly so I just stood there for a while until my vision was back to normal. I yawned and made my way over to Anna Leigh.

The motel we stayed at wasn't very...classy. I would rate it 2 stars out of 5. There were stains on the floor, cracks in the roof, and a very unpleasing smell roan the air. There was only one small twin sized bed and dresser with a old TV from the 80s, that didn't even work, sitting on top of it. I was to scared to even go into the bathroom. When ever I had to go I would walk across the street and use the one's at McDonald's. I would also walk two blocks to the gym to talk a shower. It smelled of sweat but it was probably ten times as better as the one here.

Anna Leigh had to sleep in her stroller since I didn't have a crib for her. I picked her and stared to bounce her up and down as she continued to cry. I checked her diaper and noticed it was dirty.

I gathered my purse, Anna Leigh's diaper bag, placed her back in her stroller and headed out towards McDonald's. I was still in my pajamas and my hair was everywhere in a big mess but I didn't care. It was only McDonald's, it wasn't like I was visiting the Mayor or anything.

I closed the door behind me and walked about 15 yards till I was at the road. I looked both ways and crossed the street when the coast was clear. I walked in changed Anna Leigh's diaper, grabbed some breakfast, and made my way back to temporarily home.

L.P.O.V

I stood outside of the airport in Connecticut and waited for my taxi. I called Jo earlier to ask if she knew Camille's mom's address. She told it and I wrote it down on my phone.

I looked down at my watch and it read 6:30am. I kept biting my lip and tapping my foot on the concrete below me. I was nervous, scared, and happy all at once. This is the most nervous I have ever been, I was scared she would be mad at me and just runaway from me again. But I didn't have tiny hope inside of me that she would be trilled to see me and that would could hopefully start over.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I know I hurt her so much and I did somethings in my past that I'm not proud of , and that's why I'm here in Connecticut, for another chance. I've made some bad choices but today I'm gonna set things right.

I saw a taxi coming around the corner and it slowly approaching me. "Here goes nothing." I said as the taxi stopped right in front of me.

I put my suit case in the truck and got inside, my backpack sat right beside me.

"Where to?" The middle aged man taxi driver asked me. An ID hung from the mirror with his picture and the name Joey below it.

I pulled out my phone and told Joey the address.

About 34 minutes later. We pulled up to old one-story house. It was painted a light yellow and had flowers and green plants all around it some of them were dead. I paid Joey his money and got out of the car. I got my suit case and pulled my backpack over my shoulders. Joey rode away but I stood still in the same spot for about 5 more minutes. I licked my lips and marched in with stomach turning and the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

I knocked on the red wooden door and rang the door bell once. My legs felt like jello but I tried to stand up tall. The door opened to a middle aged women with short brown wavy hair pulled back into a messy bun. She wore grey sweatpants and a over sized college sweatshirt. Her finger nails were black and her facial expression was emotionless. Camille's mom

"...Hey." I said, my voice cracked.

"Who are you?" She must not know who I am. I've never meet Camille's mom, only through picture and I'm guessing it was the same way about her.

"It's me, Logan." I told her.

Her eyes went big and she put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my." She said. Her voice was mellow and calm. "Oh no." She said and she stated to freak out little.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"I'm sorry, but Camille isn't here." She paused. "She ran away, she left." She was done talking but I didn't know what to say back. I was speechless. If Camille wasn't here, well then where in the world was she? I kept asking myself the same question in my head millions of times. I just hope she is okay.

"Do you know where she is?" I asked her.

"Kind of." She said. "She said she was walking down to the next town to look for a hotel, about 5 miles down the street to the right." I nodded.

I started to walk away. "Wait, Logan." She called out. "Before you go looking for her. I have a question to ask. Why are you here?" She asked.

"To started it all over. " I told her. Before she could say anything I was already gone. I held my head up proud and walked down the road to try to find her.

It will be interesting to see Camille, again. I just hope she is interested in seeing me as well.

To Be Continued...

I'M ALIVE!

haha, I'm so sorry for the very long wait on this chapter, but I got two words for you...HIGH SCHOOL.

High school for me has been so good but so crazy for me. And that is my excuse as to why I haven't updated in a month. But I don't know if you saw this but I updated a chapter of 'Pray' back around 9/11.

I know what is going to happen in the next chapter, which is good, but I don't know when I can type and post it. If I don't get it up by next week, then you'll probably won't get it until November because in the last full week of October my high school and another high school in my town will be competing against each other to raise money for a charity like thing. It's not really a charity, but I don't know what to call it. All I know is that week is going to be CRAZY! It's going to be so crazy that I don't even know how to explain it. So yeah.

I have a question for you guys.

In this chapter she find out that Logan goes to Camille's mom's house, but Camille isn't there. So Camille's mom answers the door, and you might have noticed that she wasn't all mad or yelling at Logan. Because in the last couple of chapters Camille's mom is telling Camille that she shouldn't be with Logan and that she forbids Camille to see him, but in this chapter Camille's mom tells exactly where Camille is, instead of like telling him he needs to go back to LA or call the cops or something.

Now my question is...why do you think Camille's mom didn't go off on Logan and told him where Camille was?

You'll find out in the future... :)

Sorry if there is any mistakes.

-TGSOL xxo