Obnoxious: very offensive or unpleasant


"Abby, have you seen my shoes?" I yell to her from my room. Today is my first day of Pacific High School. Yipee.

As I scramble around my room- which Abby and I painted light yellow three days ago, thank the Lord- I hear footsteps in the hall and turn to see Abby standing in my doorway in an apron holding a bowl of something.

"Which pair?" she asks, stirring a wooden spoon in the bowl.

I roll my eyes and toss my current victim- a ratty old sweatshirt- to the floor.

"Abby, I only have one pair aside from my flip flops and the heels I wore for the funeral."

I run to my now destroyed closet and throw some more things around before grabbing a shirt at random. I slip pajama shirt off and slide the other one on. Much better.

I turn to Abby, who's looking at me like I'm the funniest thing she's seen all day.

"Why would you even go looking for your shoes before you're completely dressed, Squirt? Most normal people look for them after they put their pants on," she notes the way I slip on my jeans and find a sweatshirt.

I stop suddenly. "Did you just call me abnormal? Because if you are, thank you."

I grab the ratty old sweatshirt I had abandoned minutes ago and turned to look at her once again. She smiled a small smile and turned away after saying, "Pancakes will be ready in about ten minutes. I'll drop you off at Pacific after you eat."


"Dear God, Abby. What did you put in those?" I groan in pleasure and stretch like a cat. I just finished eating Abby's pancakes and they were delicious.

She smiled secretly and said, "It's a secret." She winked and then said, "Well, grab your bag. We should go."

She starts to walk away but turns around and stares toward the ground.

"You never found your shoes, huh?" she asks, looking back up.

I grab an apple, toss it in the air, and then put it into my messenger bag.

"Nope."

Abby grabs her keys and starts for the door, calling behind her, "Well, go put on your flip flops! I'll meet you in the car."

I grin and follow her, ditching the flip flops.


"Never mind I'll find someone like you-," My wailing gets cut off as Abby turns the radio off hurriedly and looks at me with her eyebrows raised.

I glare at her and cross my arms like a five year old. "I was singing to that, you know."

Abby starts laughing and says, "You were singing? I thought you were screaming loud enough to call the cows home. Seriously, Cam. I think you were insulting Adele."

She grins at me and I roll my eyes, looking forward to search for one of those green highway signs to tell me how far we are away.

I look out the window and sigh theatrically.

"When are we going to get there, anyway? We've been driving for days." I tell her my boredom by drawing out the last word with gusto.

She taps her hands on the steering wheel to a rhythm I don't know and replies, "We have not been driving for days, Squirt. It's been thirty minutes. We'll be there in a few."

I laugh sarcastically and say, "Yeah, you said that a 'few' minutes ago."

Abby narrows her eyes and gets back at me with her own little smart remark.

"You know, Squirt. I think you would look a lot better if you stuck your head out the window like a dog."

Sometimes I wonder if Abby is okay in the head.

"Are you serious? You really want me to stick my head out the window?"

She starts humming and turns to me with a blank expression on her face. She cocks her head to the side, examining me like a hunter and its prey.

She settles for, "It would suit you well."

My turn to play the game. I shrug my shoulders, put on a smirk and say, "So be it."

I roll down my window and hear Abby saying, "You've gotta be kidding me."

But I really want to make my point, so I put my hands to my mouth to make myself louder and-

"Ow-OOOOO!"

In the mirror, I faintly see Abby do a face palm and say, "Really? Howling?"

I turn around and grin at her and lean out the window again, "Woof, woof woof!"

Feeling slightly superior, I turn back to her and ask, "When should I start panting?" I start to stick my tongue out but stop when she grabs my arm and shakes her head in mock disbelief.

"When did I sign up for this? You are the craziest person I've ever met."

I grin and roll the window back up. "Love you too, Abby."

She turns the radio back on, probably so she won't have to deal with my smartass-y remarks. Luckily for her it was a song I didn't know so she wouldn't have to listen to my squawking.

She hums along for a while and I get lost in my thoughts. I think about my old life in Florida, my parents, and I think about the best friends I lost after moving. Then I think about my new life in New York. So many of the people I've met have been supportive of me.

There's Abby who's been there for me from the beginning of everything; supporting me at the funeral, taking guardianship and allowing me to live with her.

And then Bex and Macey who've provided a lasting friendship for me and being there for me to vent out my problems when I need them.

Now we come to Zach. In the short time I've known him; he's helped me turn my life around. I came to New York as a wreck and in a matter of days he's helped me. The day at the park and he kissed me for the first (well, second) time, he showed me that I could trust someone again. Our unofficial relationship may have helped to. He had only kissed me in the park three days ago and had offered to help Abby and I paint my room later that same day but we turned him down. We needed some 'girl time'.

I think I have some serious thanking to do.

And some serious explaining to do about Zach to Abby.

I open my mouth to talk to Abby, but shut it with a snap when she starts talking.

"You know, Zach was in the car behind us when you decided to wolf out."

So now she's trying to get leverage on me. Maybe she should come off of that 'thank' list.

"He was not." I say, really hoping what I was saying was true, because I really didn't know.

She flicks on the blinker, turns right, and pulls up by the curb of some big building. That's when I realize that the big building is my new school. I sigh, grab my bag and Abby says again, "Yes, he really was."

"Was not."

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Was t- wait, where are your shoes?" Abby looks at my bare feet as I open the door quickly and jump out.

"They're at home Abby! Love you! See you at 3:15!" I sprint across the piece of grass in front of the big double doors that I'm guessing lead to the front part of the school. I throw them open, hear Abby honk at me, and then I stop as the doors close behind me.

Of course now I would realize that I had no clue where I was. I saw multiple groups of teenagers sitting on the floor in the 'foyer' of the school. The place was huge. Like get-seriously-lost-on-the-first-day-of-school huge. Behind the groups of students there were windows that showed a rose garden in the middle of the school.

I look around hastily and spot signs above various doors. I walk toward them and read them off: Nurse, Registration, Counseling, and finally Main Office. I open the doors and see two ladies sitting at the front desk. They must be the secretaries.

The name tags on the desk say 'Pam Harrison' and 'Pam Woodland'. Seeing as they are both off of the phone and thinking that I'm pretty smart, I walk over to them and, addressing both of them, ask, "So, may I speak with Pam?"

Both of them turn to each other, looking as if they were both going to have a heart attack. I laugh and shake my head.

"Just kidding. I just need to know where I can get my schedule. I'm new."

They smile at me and Pam W. answers, "Well, you'll need to go down to the Registration office for that."

I smile at her, say thanks, give her a two-finger salute and walk out of there quickly.

I reach Registration and the lady, 'Chris' apparently, gives me my schedule and sends me on my way. As I close the door, I set my bad down and glance at the schedule.

Lucky me; I have P.E. first.

When getting out of Abby's car, I noted that at the far left side of the school was an enormous building named 'Gymnasium'. Glancing at my schedule, my notations are confirmed and I quickly dash to the other end of the school, trying to beat the bell.

Not once do I think about what I might have to do for my absence of shoes.


"Kenneth Mastroni!"

"Here."

"Macey McHenry!"

"She's not here, Coach."

He rolls his eyes, puts an X next to her name and says, "Figures."

"Lacey Middlemiss!"

"Present."

"Cameron Morgan?"

I raise my head lazily as the P.E. coach asks my name, no doubt wondering who I am.

Putting a smile on my face, I say, "It's Cammie, actually."

Coach McFarland whips his head around and looks me up and down.

"Well, Cammie. I'm going to take a wild guess and say that you're new here."

I give him the same two finger salute that I gave to the two secretary ladies and say, "Yes, sir."

He raises his eye brows. "Are you mocking me?"

"Nope."

He shakes his head and puts a check mark next to my name on his clipboard.

"Where's your shoes?" he asks loudly, drawing attention from the other students waiting in line. They look at my feet quizzically.

"I forgot them."

He looks at me like I'm some creature from outer space, shakes his head once again, and says, "Well, lucky for you, we're doing yoga today."

I roll my eyes. "You've got to be kidding me."

He grins and gives me a mock salute, says, "No ma'am," sarcastically, and moves on to the rest of the line.


"Okay guys, now I'd like you to move into the Downward Dog position." Coach's voice echo's off the walls of the mat room. Soft music fills the space along with the obnoxious remarks of immature teenage testosterone.

One of the boys from the role sheet, Kenneth I think, whispers to the kid next to him, "Downward dog, ha-ha! I bet Coach McFarland likes to do that one."

The other boy snickers loudly. I think I've had enough.

"Would you guys quit it with the sexual innuendos? What are you, 6th graders?" I say, whipping my head around toward them as the Coach directs us into doing 'The Happy Baby'.

The boys scoff and Kenneth says, "Who the hell are you anyway?"

Our conversation has now gone class-wide and a cute dirty blonde haired kid from across the room says, "Her name's Cammie. She's new."

I look at him weirdly and then Kenneth remarks, "Cool name. Sounds like 'camel'."

The kid next to him sniggers again and says, "Camel toe!"

They chuckle like middle-aged drunk men and I roll my eyes.

"You are so immature," I mutter, sliding down into the 'Pigeon' pose.

"Bitch," Kenneth says.

I laugh under my breath and think, Best first day of school ever.


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