Cammie's POV
Maybe I should've taken him with me...
But I shooed away that thought and sprinted to school. Once I got near it, I slowed down so I didn't look like a panting idiot. Because of my spy training, I wasn't afraid of anyone kidnapping me, and I slowed my heart down a bit so I would stop sweating.
I entered the front office and a gust of warm air attacked my face. My long reddish hair was tumbling around my backpack like a waterfall.
"Hi..." I started, but the lady at the front desk held up her left palm, which was still clutching her pen, as her right hand held a cream phone.
I heard her muttering something about a Stark and how poor little Stark is gonna get sent off to military school. I tried to hold in my snort. Once she was done, I shuffled up to her awkwardly and gave her my school registration packet.
She handed me my new schedule and I looked at it.
Period 1: Math
Period 2: PE
Period 3: Science
Period 4: English
Period 5: Social Studies
Period 6: Choir
Wait. Choir? I can't sing!
"What is this insanity?" I muttered to myself, having a dramatic moment. I never expected someone to HEAR me. A soft chuckle erupted from a tall figure, and I looked up and saw a guy with a black backpack looking at me, a smirk on his lips.
"What insanity?" He asked in a low voice, glancing down at the schedule in my hands.
"I have to sing." I mumbled. I let out a low huff and was about to leave, until he stuck out his hand.
"I'm Chandler." I looked up to him with my blue eyes and let out a tiny smile. I slowly took my hand out of my pocket and shook his, trying to decide whether or not to tell him my real name. Well, I already told the school my name was Cammie Moore, so I mumbled out something that sounded like, "Cam..."
"Nice to meet you, Cam," he saw some of his friends, so he turned around and winked at me, and said, "See you in choir."
Why was I so nervous all of a sudden?
'I don't know,' I thought, arguing with myself. 'Now that I think about it, being normal is terrifying! ...And it's lonely without Zach here.' I added in a small voice.
I was definitely making him come with me tomorrow. I speed-walked to first period, my heels clacking on the white floor, and I felt a lot of eyes on me.
I pushed my fluttery side-bangs out of my face and opened the door to Math. I gave the teacher my schedule so he could sign it, and then took a seat in the back of the room. Since I already was pretty much done learning all of the math I could, Calculus would be an easy review for me. Like a 7th grader doing addition. I sat through the lecture in complete boredom, and once in a while I would see people swivel around in their chair to 'discreetly' glance at me.
'Yeah,' I shot out at them in my head, 'that's gonna make the new girl feel better!'
As soon as the bell rang, I sprinted out of the door, excited for PE. It was my favorite class back at Gallagher, and it would probably be my favorite here, too.
I changed the girl's locker room into a grey T-shirt and black shorts. We had to tuck in our shirt, so I did. The shorts went down to my knees, so I rolled them up three or four times. I quickly brushed through my hair with the comb in my backpack, and walked outside in my VANS, which I used to replace the boots I had been wearing.
My PE coach, Mr. Stanley, announced that we would be doing the soccer unit. I smiled.
'YES!' I thought, 'I'm awesome at soccer!'
He chose five team captains and, of course, I got chosen last.
I stole Zach's smirk as the last team groaned as I walked towards them. I can have them tied up with duct tape and thrown into the janitor's closet until the middle of January without anybody noticing, so they should stop looking at me as if I'm a three legged pig, or something. I had two other girls on my team, who were best friends, so I doubted they would talk to me. The rest of the team were guys. There were five of them, and they all seemed to be friends, too.
Mr. Stanley had to make the teams a little smaller, since it was easier to learn that way. He asked for two groups to volunteer who knew how to play soccer. Before I knew it, our team was up against a team of four girls and four guys.
I snickered. We would so beat them.
Mr. Stanley blew the whistle, and a blonde in a tight ponytail was running clumsily to our goal, trying to dribble and NOT trip over the ball. I intercepted easily and stole the ball from her, sprinting, while gracefully dribbling, over to their goal, whose goalie looked a bit shocked and scared. A guy with light brown hair tried to steal the ball from me, but I swerved around him and used that momentum to kick it in the soccer goal with the side of my foot with as much force as I could muster. It left my foot and went soaring into the air with a load, THWAP! Everyone, even Mr. Stanley, was watching in awe. It soared above the goalie's head and practically burned a hole through the net in the top left corner.
The black and white ball plopped to the ground, and for a few seconds, all I could hear was silence. Then, one by one, my team started cheering, and so did the rest of the class watching. I smiled shyly and ran my right hand through my bangs, sitting back down.
I went to 3rd and 4th period, and finally, after eating lunch, I got to choir. I looked on the board and saw that we had to sing a solo on our FIRST DAY, for the teacher to decide where to place you – in the front or back. She gave us a list of songs to choose from, and I decided to sing The Best Day by Taylor Swift.
When I got up there, everyone was staring at me. People from my PE class were whispering, "That's her, that's the soccer girl!"
I saw Chandler in the audience, looking at me with his head tipped to the side, probably wondering if I was a good singer or not. Well, my mom was a good singer, but I've never sang in front of anybody before. Might as well give it a shot.
I got up stage and sat down, lowering the microphone so it would be in front of my lips. The music started, and I got nervous. 'Too late now,' I thought.
I'm 5 years old it's getting cold I've got my big coat on
I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you
I run and run
Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides
Look now – the sky is gold
I hug your legs and fall asleep
On the way home
I don't know why
All the trees change in the fa-a-all
I know you're not scared
Of anything at a-a-all
Don't know if Snow White's house if near or far away
But I know I had the best day
With you
Today
As their was a break in the singing, I could hear loud whispers, and Chandler was smiling at me, his eyebrows raised. I continued singing.
I'm thirteen now and don't know how my friends
Could be so mean
I come home crying and you hold me tight
And grab the keys
And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away
And we talk and window shop 'til I forgot all their names
I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at schoo-oo-ool
I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you-oo-oo
Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day
With you
Today
I have an excellent father
His strength is making me stronger
God smiles on my little brother
Inside and out he's better than I am
I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run (and practice round-house kicks!)
And I had the best days with you..
There is a video I found from back when I was three
You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you're talking to me
It's the age of princesses and pirate ships and the 7 dwarfs
And daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world
Now I know why all the trees change in the fa-a-all
I know you were on my side even when I was wrong
And I love you for giving me your eyes
Staying back and watching me shine, and
I didn't know if you knew
So I'm taking this change to say
That I had the best day
With you
Today...
I didn't look up and bow or anything, I just leaped off the stage and took my seat. Even through the sudden eruption of applause and whistles, I didn't look up. I swept my bangs to cover my eyes, since they were wet. Because I suddenly realized what that song was about.
Mom, I thought miserably, I miss you. I'm sorry!
At least this was 6th period. As soon as the bell rang, I sprinted out until someone caught my arm. I turned around, ready to punch whoever it was in the gut. I just wanted to go home and cry into Zach's shoulder. As I fisted my hand, I saw that it was Chandler.
"Hey," he said, "You're a pretty good..." He trailed off when he saw the tears in my eyes.
"Cam! What's wrong?" I loosened my fist.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I turned on my heel and sprinted out of the school, all the way home. I opened the apartment door...
...and Zach was no where to be found.
"Zach..?" I saw, rubbing at my eyes.
"In the kitchen!" I walked in and he was eating Cup Noodles.
"Hey," he stood up as soon as he saw my red-rimmed eyes. "Cams..?"
I let out a sob and ran into his hug, crying into his shirt.