CAMERON POV
Looking through my draws for anything that Claire might have missed I didn't find anything. As I was about to close the old broken dresser, I thought to my self, why was it broken? I pulled out the draw that would never close as a child. I placed it lightly on the ground and whipped all the dust away.
At the back I pulled out a navy blue sweater with a crest on it that said "Rachael Morgan Gallagher Academy". Placed over top of it was a photo of a man and women, but there was also another young man with a sweatshirt on him. Staring closely I read the word, Blackthorne, so he was from this school too. He was cute.
What still didn't make sense though, how did it get back there? From behind me I heard foot steps. With the sweatshirt still in hand I spun around.
"That's what they gave us when we got you" Claire walked through the door and made her way to the edge of my bed. Her red puffy eyes were swollen from all the tears. "They said that the woman in the picture was your mother." I looked back down at the picture, at the beautiful women with the 2 handsome men and than looked over at the mirror.
"You look a lot like her" I touched the face in the mirror that couldn't possible be mine because it was crying. "Her name was Rachael Morgan, We got the idea to send you to Blackthorne from the picture and we got you in by telling them you last name." My last name? What did she mean my last name?
I looked up at her questionably. "Cameron Anne Morgan" she spoke finally. Hmmmmm, Cameron Anne Morgan.
"Why…why didn't you …" I didn't notice how much I was crying until that minute, tears were just streaming down my cheek. "Why did you never tell me before?" I sniffled and whipped the tears away from my now blurry vision.
More tears filled Claire's eyes as she answered. "We thought you would run away from us!" She wailed. When was she going to get it that I don't like her! "I know you already hate me and ….and I still loved you anyways, that's why we held on for so long!" Now we were both in full out tears. Normally it just Claire tearing up and me scream and storming out, but this time it was different.
"So you thought the only place good enough or safe enough for me was the place that the boy in the pictures sweater said?" So it wasn't because she wanted to hurt me. She was only looking out for me.
I stood up, with the sweater and picture in hand and slow made my way towards Claire, I hesitated as I wrapped my arms around her. For the first time in 16 years I think we might actually be getting along. But it's a little to late.
"I'm guessing you still want to go huh?" I laughed that she even asked.
"It's my mom." I said through my tears. She pouted and brushed her hand through my long dirty blonde hair.
"I know" She said it with understanding. We hugged once more before I managed to pull away.
I stood up with the sweatshirt and picture in hand. "Well I go to go, but….if you want too, you can come to the airport with me?" I never thought in my life I would ever be saying those words to Claire but I was. I whipped away all the tears that were blocking my vision to see that Claire was nodding with joy. I turned and walked out of my child hood bedroom.
Making my way down the stairs I looked at the sweater. As I traced the crest, I managed to put on the sweeter even though it was 30 degrees outside. It smelled like her I bet. I was going to memories the smell so that when I see her, I'll know it's her.
Making my way down the stairs, I had a smile on my face. I hugged the sweater that was on me. Still in my own world with the sweater, I heard the door bell ring and a dashed for it.
Over my shoulder I yelled "I'll get it!" Swing open the door I found Summer.
"I tried texting you but…" She looked up from her cell phone and looked me up and down. "Did someone die? Do I have to have a cover story?" I laughed and it felt good too.
"No, I'm so happy Summer I don't know where to begin" I grabbed her hand and pulled her in side.
I brought her to the kitchen and watched her star at the floor with wide eyes. "It's nothing it's just I dropped a glass when Claire told me I was going to an all boys military school, that's all." I looked over my shoulder to see her expression as I made my way to the broom.
Summers mouth was hanging open and she was frozen in place. "What?" She squeaked.
"Don't be so surprised you have been to my house many times" Now Summer was examined me and than the sweater caught her eye. A smile grew on my face.
"Why are you were a sweater when it hot outside?" Summer squinted her eyes at the crest. "Rachael Morgan? Who's that?" I bit my lip and than finish sweeping. I casually managed to say "My mom, I mean my real mom" It felt so nice to say that. Summer was back to being socked.
"No jokes?" She pointed a finger at me.
"No jokes! Would I be smiling like this if I were joking?" She crossed her arms and thought about it.
"You have done it to me before" I rolled my eyes.
"Okay would I ever dare do this?" I spun around in circles with joy and than stopped when I came back to her.
Her mouth laid hung open. "OMG! You really did find your mom, or at least you know her name" She started jumping up and down with me and than suddenly stopped and the sadness came back.
"What?"
She looked down at the floor and when she looked up tears filled her eyes. "You're going to military school and leaving me here in Florida, your leaving me Cammie." Summer said the last part more sadly than the rest and I pulled her into a hug and started crying myself.
"I'll never forget you" With the tears rolling down my faces I repeated the never in my head over and over again. Pulling away she said.
"Okay no more crying I have to go places you know, and it's messing up my makeup." We both laugh and than Summer froze for the 3rd time. "Did you say all boy military school?" Her eyes filled with excitement. I nodded not having any other words.
"You're going to have built, hot, muscular boys running around you all day with no girls to bitch with?" I nodded again and than we started giggling and jumping up and down.
When we had finally managed to settle, we lay back on the couch. Summer looked over at me and I did the same to her.
"But how did you get into the school though?" Summers eyes were filled with confusion at the thought. She was right it was an all boy's school.
"Claire said it had something to do with my last name." I was waiting for her to pick up on what I had just said.
"Last?" I nodded with a smile on my face.
"My name is Cameron Anne Morgan" Still staring at each other I saw her looking at me intently.
"What?" I asked honestly.
"Just that you're the luckiest girl in the whole world." I was confused. I would have thought I was the least.
"Why do you say that?" She laughed when I said that.
"Cammie you may think that your life sucks but at least you know there's more out there in the world other than being a waitress in Florida for your whole life. I have never met someone in my life with more drama than you and I never will." I smiled at her and thought about it. I guess I did have a lot of drama going on.
"I'll take that as a compliment" I said with a laugh. I heard Claire walk through the door at that moment and I knew what was coming next.
"Cammie it's time to go." Summer sat up straight and looked shocked.
"you're leaving now?" I bit my bottom lip and could feel the tears building up again. I pulled her in for another hug. "I'm sorry" I whispered in her ear.
As we separated she just shacked her head. "Don't be, just don't forget Florida and me" A small smile came across my lips.
"How could I ever do that?" I looked deep into her eyes when I said it.
"I don't know" It's wasn't a question just a statement.
"Okay girls you're making me start crying again." I looked over to Claire who had been just standing there.
"Sorry" I said sincerely. I walked to the front door and put on my flip flops. Mark had already put my bags into the car and I was ready to go.
I hugged Summer for the last time and took out my camera.
"Mom?" I took Claire off guard when I said that word.
"Yes dear?" She came in front of me.
"Could you take one last picture of me and Summer, for old time's sakes and to show all those hot boys my hot best friend" Summer smiled as I used the best friend to describe her.
Claire took the camera. "I would do anything for you Cammie" We looked at each other for a few second before she turn on the camera.
"Okay girls, on the count of 3…..1….2….3!" I struck out my tongue as did Summer. Taking the Camera, I looked at the photo. I wouldn't say its model perfect, yet it be worthy of my heart any day.
We laughed; probably Summer was thinking the same thing.
"You have to send me that!" She said still laughing.
"I will, through all the convo's with you" I walked over to the convertible and jumped in.
"Yeah" She said quietly. Claire got in followed by Mark and he started the engine.
Driving away Summer got smaller and smaller and I jumped up and yelled "I LOVE YOU! BEST FRIENDS!" I could see her smile and than yell back.
"LOVE YOU FOREVER! BEST FRIENDS!" I laughed and sat back down in my seat. I was going to miss Summer. I took the picture I had in my pocket and pulled it out. I stared at it once again. I looked at the people that were in it, the people I will soon be able to know.
The drive felt endless. My mind kept going back and forth between what should be expected by Blackthorne and Summer. I was already missing her. But Blackthorne sounded like a great adventure.
Yeah I know it's supposed to be a military school but I already get up at 6 o-clock in the morning to take a running and I work out. I never thought one day that would be important to me but it is. If I want to keep up with the entire boy's, I mean. I don't want to look like the stupid girl who doesn't know anything.
Pulling up to the airport I zoned back into reality.
"Ready?" Claire said pivoting in her seat. I nodded to her and smiled.
"Never more" I turned away from her sad face and looked out the window. This was truly it, a new beginning.
I opened my car door and stepped out. I watched as an airplane lifted its way into the air. I signed. That will soon be me.
Then a shocking thought came over me. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't even have an airplane ticket.
"Claire? Where's my airplane ticket" Claire looked like she was screeching her brain for the answer.
"Oh! They said that someone would be there to escort you to your destination and that you were to not know where you were going, along with any of us" Now that didn't sound scary at all. They could be taking me any where. A shiver went down my spine, telling me to continue forwards.
Mark handed me my bags and I turned and started walking towards the airport. When I didn't feel Claire or Mark following me I turned to look at them.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked a little worried. Claire shacked her head with no other words. I nodded and turn back around. I was on my own.
Entering the airport I scanned the crowd for a face that looked military like. Instead I found a face that looked familiar. I took out the picture that was in my mothers sweater. It was him, the man with the Blackthorne t-shirt. I stood there thinking about everything thing I was leaving behind and took one more glance at the man that stood across the room waiting for me and then decided.
I made my way towards him until I was directly in front of him. He looked shocked. I stuck out my hand and waited for him to take it. When he didn't I decided to try something else.
"Hi I'm Cameron" A smile came across his face.
See that is what was supposed to happen, what I could see happening, but what didn't happen.
As I walked towards the airport exit I couldn't help but think that maybe I was making the biggest mistake of my life, but in truth, my life just started to change why walk away now?
Coming back out into the bright light of the sun rays, I shielded my eyes with my left fern arm. Looking around, I couldn't see my foster parents black convertible anywhere until a big black SUV moved it's self out of it's why to show a women with a million tears running down her face.
My breath caught and for a second I just stood there and watched from the airport entrance. They looked so far away, but not far enough for me to stop from going back to them.
Taking a step forward I realized this might be even harder then going to a new school, a new place. This was going to take…effort. Right there and then I wanted to run in the other direction, hide, disappear, anything but walk forward, but that's what I did until I was standing right next to the car.
"I'm not going" At the sound of my voice Claire twirled around. Her eyes where puffy from crying into Marks shoulder. Looking at me, standing in front of her, she broke out crying again.
Without warning, Claire came crashing into me.
"Um, I know I'm new to the whole daughter, mother relationship, but this is just not my thing" Claire made no attempt of to let go, so I sigh and rapped my arms to what felt like a twig.
Being able to finally pull away I looked into my adopted mothers eyes. I read confusion, in her wide blue eyes.
"Why should I leave when I've got everything I ask for already" I could hear the words, but looking back at the airport I knew it was a lie. I didn't have everything I have asked for but life can't be perfect.
The drive back home was filled with music, but I could still hear the silence of no words being spoken expect the joyful smiles of my foster parents.
Focusing on what was happening outside of the car, I felt trapped, I saw nothing, no way out. My heart raced at the thought of just getting on the plane. But I made the choice to stay and live with my foster parents, but that doesn't mean I have to waste away my summer sitting at home.
This summer was going to be different; my life is going to be different, starting now.
Zach won't be in the picture for awhile so PLEASE be patient with me, i've already written the first 8 chapters i think so it won't be long periods for me to update i think.
I liked the advice of my description .Sarcastic-Tomboy it's nice to have some one else's opinion and tried to make sure there was more of cammies thoughts and stuff.
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