Nothing was more annoying than waking up to a high-pitched ringing at six in the morning. All the dreams of Lala land and marrying Prince Charming coming to a halt, letting you wake up to a reality you'd rather call a nightmare.
Cammie groaned, feeling like all her happiness was momentarily ripped right from under her.
"Get up and get ready Sweetheart. I've got to be at the station early today." Joe said, ripping the warm blankets off of her body. Cammie shivered as she reached her arms out, trying to get them back but refusing to open her eyes.
"Daaad!" She whined. "Can't I just walk to school like everyone else?"
"No. Now open your eyes and get ready for school." Cammie could tell her father turned on her lights as a red glow formed over her still closed eyelids.
Cammie sighed but did as told. Her eyes stung as her pupils dilated, getting used to the light bouncing off her blue walls.
"I don't see why I always have to go into work with you for two hours before school even starts." The girl explained. She was irritated with how her mornings had to be. Today was not an acceptation, having to wake up half an hour earlier than usual. Instead, she rather be asleep for half the day before she had to go into work.
Work. The one thing Cammie hated most. The Walters Café was about as horrible as anyone could get when it came to evil bosses and their demon children. Gossip, rumors, and back stabbing jerks were always the special there. It didn't help that there was always one regular customer, a cranky widower old man who had a habit of telling Cammie she's a good for nothing waitress.
"I'll be down in ten minutes." She grumpily got out of bed and grabbed some random clothes that were hanging in her closet.
Cammie walked across the cold hardwood floor to the bathroom, looking forward to a nice hot shower.
She quickly undressed and brushed her teeth while the water heated up. Once in the shower, Cammie made sure her hair was well saturated with the hot liquid before she started to shampoo and conditioner it. fifteen minutes later, Cammie had smooth legs and armpits, silky hair, and a clean body.
The young teen grabbed a white fluffy towel and dried off before getting dressed in to a pair of white skinny jeans and a light blue and white plaid shirt. Cammie then dragged a brush through her long blonde hair. She never really needed it. For some reason, her hair never became tangled or frizzy. Make-up was another typical thing teenage girls used like it was going out of style. Cammie, on the other hand, never needed it. She had a natural beauty to her.
Even with blonde hair, her eye lashes were thick and dark, not in need of mascara. Her skin seemed to not have a single pore on her leaving her face always blemish free. It was only slightly strange for here though. Cammie just figured she had gotten good jeans from her father and her mother... Whoever that was.
The girl ran down the stairs as she threw her hair into a messy bun. The smell of waffles and syrup ran into her causing a cloud of the sweet aroma to flutter up her nose making her mouth water. A smile lit her face as she walked in the kitchen, a pair of fuzzy socks in one hand and her phone in the other.
Joe stood at the island stove, stirring eggs and ham together before putting it on two buttered slices of toast. A simple yet perfect breakfast sandwich.
"Can we go to Big Bob's for my birthday?" Camme asked as she sat down at the counter. Joe froze with his sandwich in mid air.
"Your birthday isn't for another two and a half months. Why are you thinking about it now?" Joe did well to cover the waver in his voice. Years of lying to his 'daughter', informing her about her non-existent mother that walked out on them after she was born, telling Cammie that he fell in love with her the moment he saw her breathe her first breath of air, it offered great practice for hiding his emotions and the truth.
Cammie shrugged and stuffed a mouthful of syrup and waffle into her mouth. Joe chuckled, loving that she was so different from the girls he arrested on a daily basis.
"Get in the car while I clean up." Cammie ate her last bite before getting up to throw her dishes in the sink.
"K." Cammie grabbed her white North Face hoodie and opened the door. The sun was supposed to be coming up the horizon, but gray clouds blocked the warm UV ray lights, preventing them to hit her skin.
Thunder rolled in the distance. It was music to her ears. The smell of fresh rain hit Cammie's nose only to be blocked off when she got in her fathers car.
"Finally some rain." It was November and not an ounce of rain hit Roseville, Virginia since the beginning of August. Cammie laid back, wanting to get extra sleep.
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"Hey Dad?" Cammie asked as Joe drove his car along the wet road.
"What babe?" Cammie shrank down in the warm seat, falling asleep to the pitter-patter of the rain and the motion of the moving car as she spoke.
"Why did mom leave us?" Her voice was quiet and curious. Joe was almost as startled as she was. Neither of them expected that to come out of her mouth, especially at the age where she should except the fact that she doesn't have a mother. But that was hard. All her life, Cammie was raised by a man. He was the one to give her that dreadful 'your body is changing' talk. Yes, that talk. The talk every girl would rather hear off of a television show then from their own parent. He was there when she fell on her arm and broke it. Even when she was home sick with a stomach ache, Joe called into work and watched disney Princess films with her all day.
Joe was always there. Her father. Somehow, the word 'mom' was never part of the equation in Cammie's life. It's always been Cam and Dad no more, no less.
Her father ran a hand through his dark brown hair. His eyes shown with worry and discomfort, not knowing what to say.
What mother? I've never even been married. I found you at my door step when I was twenty four. If your mom is still here, I wouldn't know. Joe wanted to say. Instead, he came up with a more reasonable answer.
"I already told you, baby. Your mother didn't want to deal with a child. She offered to put you up for adoption but I couldn't do that. She told me that I became weak and soft and a few days after your birth, she vanished." Cammie looked at Joe, trying to place what emotion he was feeling.
Nothing. The mans face was blank, tired, and normal. Either he was really good at hiding his sadness, or he's just really good at hiding secrets. Secrets Cammie would like to know about.
Not a minute passed by when Cammie dropped the subject and forgot about it. The question has been asked so many times in her mind that, in her half sleep state, Cammie just thought she imagined the whole thing.
"I love you, Daddy." She mumbled with a yawn. Joe smiled and grabbed her hand to place a soft kiss on it.
"Love you too, Sweetheart."
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"Hello Harold. Nice seeing you here." Cammie greeted once she entered the police station.
Harold was a good handsome man with lots of sweets. Lots of sweets. Everyday Cammie would greet him then open his candy box to see a world full of gumdrops and sugar. Today, a nice stash of mini nerd sticks and skittles sat safely in his bright blue treasure box.
Harold had his kids decorate it for him. Only being four and two, the box had a nice amount of glitter, sloppy paint jobs, and random buttons all tied together with a picture of the two girls in Christmas dresses. Of course, that was two years ago. Only a few days after they created that box, Harold, his wife, and two girls got into a car accident leaving him with a paralyzed wife, a six year old with a mental disable, and a would be four year old buried six feet under ground in the cemetery behind his house.
"Hey Cams, how was your morning so far?" Harold asked knowing very well that Cammie would rather sleep all day than be woken up at six in the morning.
The blonde playfully glared at him.
"Oh, it was just divine." Harold chuckled as Cammie walked to her dad's office.
"Can I quit Lora's crap café?" She asked the moment her foot stepped in his room. Joe hung his head at his desk, not looking forward to this conversation again.
"No. I told you a thousand times before, Cam. If you want a car, you have to at least pay for some of it. There's no other job available for you you right now." Cammie huffed and crossed her arms in aggravation.
"But that woman is evil! And her daughter is like an ice princess!" she explained. "Lora's like- like- an evil step mother!" Instantly, Cammie's face became red. Nothing spells 'child' like comparing your boss to an evil step mother from Disney.
Joe smiled as he looked over new cases. His daughter has always loved Disney Princess movies. When she was a little girl, Cammie would always dress up exactly like the Princess that was in the movie she'd want to watch. Sleeping Beauty was always one of her favorites.
"Cam, I'm sorry that you have to work with the Walters. Yes, Lora is a pain," Joe was referring to the wonderful six months in high school when he dated the woman, "but you need money for college and gas and food for when you move out next year and-" Cammie whacked him on the head causing Joe to laugh.
"I am not moving out next year or the year after that." Cammie thought for a moment. "Actually, I think I'll live with you forever. I mean, someone has to take care of you when you get old." She paused. "Well, older than you are now." Joe slammed his pencil on the desk. His eyes met Cammie's; dark brown and teasing.
"How old do you think I am?" He asked her. Cammie shrugged her shoulders while pretending to be more interested in a pice of blank paper than the conversation at hand.
"I don't know, but looking at those nice wrinkles forming around your eyes and the gray hair coming in, I'd say abooouuut, fifty?" Joe playfully glared at Cammie.
"I do not look fifty." He mumbled. Cammie shook her head and pulled out her phone. Joe made sure Cammie wast looking before taking out his phone to look for any gray hairs.
"I see you." His daughter said with a smirk. The cop mumbled something under his breath so Cammie couldn't hear him But it sounded something like 'stupid youths and their ability to tease adults'.
A few minutes later, as Cammie was surfing the internet, her phone beeped and a message popped up in the middle of her screen.
(887)-372-8402: OMG OMG OMG! you'll never guess what I just heard from Mace!
Cammie tilted her head at the message. It was from a number that she never saw before.
Cam: Um, who is this?
A few minutes later, the stranger replied.
(887)-372-8402: Bex Baxter. You know, I just moved in like three weeks ago. Anyway, Mace told me that she heard from Amber who said that Jessica was talking to Ash. ... HE LIKES YOU!
Cammie was confused. She knew who Bex was. Only attending Roseville High for three weeks along with her adopted sister and cousin and already the most popular girl in school. She seemed nice, always giving kind smiles to Cammie and even short conversations, but she was a girl Cammie usually stayed away from.
Bex was also the schools Cupid. Love arrows were being shot all over the place, hitting innocent bystanders just trying to get through life without any drama. Now, it looks like Cammie was the target.
Cam: Oh, well, thanks but no thanks. I don't want to get involved with your game. Ash doesn't know of my existence and I'm not interested.
It was a lie. Cammie's heart was practically beating out of her chest. Really though. Ash liking her? Cammie Solomon. The schools biggest wallflower. Can't even breath correctly when in the presence of Ashton Baker, schools star quarter back and total heartthrob.
It had to be a joke. A prank. The popular guy taking notice of the of the invisible girl. That only happens in books and movies. A place where all dreams become a reality, if only for two hours.
(887)-372-8402: Yeah, sure. Whatever you say...
Cammie turned her phone off, refusing to reply as not allowing herself to wonder how Bex even got her number.
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"Have a good day at school. Call me if you get into any trouble, k?" Cammie rolled her eyes at her over protective father. Everyday since her first day of school he'd say the same thing. 'Have a great day, don't walk home, call if anything bad happens, don't talk to strangers.' Yes, he actually told her, an almost sixteen year old girl, not to talk to strangers... At a public high school!
"Yes dad, I've got it." She rolled her eyes about to get out of the police car when Joe grabbed her arm.
"Don't I get a kiss before you go?" He asked. Cammie squeezed her eyes shut knowing her friends were watching, before turning back to her dad.
"I love you dad." She gave him a look that said, 'I need to go now. Like, now, now.' Joe ignored that and instead of letting his daughter run to the sea of hormones and lack of self confidence, he pointed to his cheek. Cammie rolled her eyes and pecked it, just wanting to leave.
"K bye." She ran off, giving no chance for Joe to say goodbye.
"Is he ever going to be normal and let you walk to school on your own?" Cammie's beat friend, Izzy, asked as the two walked up the stairs.
"And what dad asks for a kiss before his teenage daughter goes to school?" Sunniva, Cammie's friend since third grade, asked as she ran to catch up to them. Cammie stood between the two girls feeling small. Her father had told her that she was born premature and that when he held her, Cammie was at least two inches shorter than his forearm
Izzy and Sunniva have always been at her side. Izzy, the more outgoing one, was always protective over Cammie and Sunniva. She had strait brown hair that had natural dark dirty blonde highlights that stood out more in the sun that any where else. She wore yoga pants and t-shirts almost everyday and had the biggest crush on Josh Hutcherson. Cammie met Izzy two years ago when a boy had shoved Cammie in a mud puddle. He claimed it was an accident and he didn't see her, until Izzy stormed up to him and made him tell the truth. The boy practically peed his pants as he told the two girls it was on purpose. Izzy was rather violent minded and had a habit of making threats.
Sunniva was another story. With her short blonde hair, glasses, and extremely modest outfits, 'nerd' was basically written on her forehead in permanent black ink. Sunniva and Cammie met at the local playground. At eight years old, the two girls were both making a sand castle that ended up becoming combined. Soon enough, they were sandbox buddies. Back then, 'sandbox buddies' meant friends for life. Both girls stayed true to that statement and have been the best of friends ever since.
"Apparently my dad." Cammie grumbled. She knew how her dad was. It was cute when she was ten, but now, his over protectivness and babying is old.
"He needs a girlfriend or something." Izzy suggested." I mean, it's been almost sixteen years. The man has to be tired of not having a wife to help raise you." Cammie winced, upset that the girls made her seem like a burden her father has to live with.
"He's fine. I'm fine. We're both fine." She spat. The girls looked at their friend with wide eyes, both wondering why she was so upset.
Cammie sighed and slouched her shoulders, wishing she could take her tone back.
"I'll see you guys during lunch. I've gotta go." With that, Cammie walked to her locker. She only made it a few feet though, when two other people walked up to her.
"Come on, we need to hurry to your locker. Ashton's gonna be there to talk to you." Bex whisper screamed as she grabbed Cammie's arm and ran to her locker. Macey grumbled about the blonde's choice of clothing for that day. How, 'if you want to even get boys to notice you, the right style is the first step to success'. Cammie didn't care though. Ashton liked dumb blondes and snarky brunetts, not short girls who'd rather live in her shell than be part of a big crowd.
"Okay, next time you'll have to get here earlier so we can at least fix your hair. Now, just- just look like you weren't expecting to see him." Macey whispered before she and Bex ran off to bother other people.
Cammie neatly placed her books and binders in her locker before grabbing what she needed for first and second period. She kneeled down on the floor, trying to shove one of her binders in her backpack. Suddenly, her locker door closed shut and two feet appeared in front of her. The short girl slowly looked up, not wanting to believe that the intruder will 99.9% be Ash.
It was.
And he was smirking.
All thoughts that were once in Cammie's brain vanished, her mind blank. Everyone around them disappeared to just her and Ash. It was like in the movies. You know, when everything worked in slow motion. Cammie stood up two times slower. Ash's breath was deeper and warmer. The near by students' voices were lower with words coming out at one miles an hour.
His dark gray eyes were already sucking her in to a trance. All she wanted to do was stare at them forever and figure out every hidden emotion in there. His strong defined face complimented them in a strange way as well as his shaggy blonde hair. Cammie would give anything to feel those soft locks. Just to run her hand through it to see of it really was silkier than the finest silk. Ash's hair flicked up at the nape of his neck and was cut slightly above his eyebrows with long sideburns. Cammie has seen this look on so many actors and singers yet, somehow, it only managed to work on him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in your way." She mumbled to Ash while backing up, letting him pass. Ashton chuckled and stepped closer to the blonde.
"And what makes you say that?"He asked with his deep husky voice that makes anyone's knees begin to fail at their job of supporting the body. "If you were in my way, I would have just walked around you." It was a good point, Cammie thought, yet it still didn't answer the unasked question as to why he was there.
"So, um, i-is there something you need?" The girl stuttered out, still in shock. Ashton nodded.
"Yeah, I do need something." Cammie's heart stopped and her brain stopped functioning. Of course he needed something. Probably her notes or a stupid pencil. Of course he wasn't there to ask her out. Why would he when there are taller, prettier girls than her? Her small body was swallowed by Ash's 6'0 football player body! What guy wants a girl like that?
"Oh, uh what is it?" She asked him, more let down than curious. Ash stepped closer.
"Go out with me." It was a statement, not a question. Almost as if he were demanding her to do so. Cammie's breath stopped. Tingles of shock and excitement fan through her body as she replayed those words again and again.
"Y-you want me to-"
"Yes, I want you to go out with me." He smiled at her, hope clear in his eyes. "So, will you?"
This had to be a joke, a prank. Some foolish idea for a laugh. But Cammie wasn't paying attention to that. All she cared about was the fact that Ashton Jordan Baker had just asked her out.
"Sure." She said with a bright smile. "I would love to."
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"No!" The woman yelled. "You stupid girl! You stupid stupid freak!" Her green eyes glowed a bright green as she shot fire at any poor innocent victim she could find.
"Zachary!" Cathrine screamed. A boy soon came from a room with a sword in his hand and cut marks on his body. He was bloody, dirty, and sweaty. But she didn't care about that.
"Get cleaned up. You're going to the mortal world." She ordered.
"Yes Mother."
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A/N: First off, if like to wish all of you readers a Happy Thanksgiving. I know I won't get the next chapter updated tomorrow so, yeah, Happy Thanksgiving.
Is there anything you're thankful for? Review or PM and tell me what you are grateful for. Me, I'm thankful for my family, and my friends. But most importantly, I'm thankful for God. For Him loving me even when I screw up, watching over me and helping me through obstacles that I face. I'm also thankful that He sent Jesus down on earth so that I may be forgiven of my sins and to one day live with Him in heaven. To my Lord and Savior- thank you for all that You have done.
Now, what did you think?! Like it, not like it, thoughts, questions, concerns, suggestions?
What princess story or just Princess would you like me to tie in here? Any one you would like to see? Remember, you will see them in either personalities, thoughts, events going on and stuff like that.
Yes, Josh is not in here. Why? Because I hate him for breaking Cam's heart in the first book so, well, he's not here.
Oh. My Goodness! You guys got me to over 10 reviews! BEIENEKDNSKSKFKRSBSNKCKDSNKS! You all are so super nice I don't even know how to BEGIN to thank you enough! I just love your kind words and feed back! Your words totally motivated me to get this chapter up and going! ...! THANK YOU!
Wow, okay *takes deep breath to calm down* I'm good.
Yes, Izzy and Sunniva, I used your name in here because, well, YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME! Don't worry Miaadventure and lovewords, I will tie you in somehow. If anyone else would like me to use their name or some random name in my story, just review or PM it! XD
I hope this chapter was okay. Sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.
Review:: Suggestions, questions, concerns, thoughts, what Princess or Princess story you'd like me to tie in here and what your are thankful for please and thank you! Feed back is needed and loved!
Ps- What princess story(ies) did you see in here? OH! What POVs would you enjoy seeing? Ashton's, Zach's, Joe's, other?