Wassup!
This is Sprinkles35. Why I'm updating so…so…so much is because this is my Spring Break! YES! My sister and I are going to the mall to get Spring-like clothing so I might not right as much today BOOOOO.
Back to the story!
CPOV
I woke up to the nice, salty breeze. I undressed and started taking a shower. I blow-dried my hair and dressed into flowy green and blue floral shorts; a white, lace spaghetti strap, cotton flowy crop top. I put on those adorable sparkly pink gladiator sandals and zipped them up.
I brushed my hair and left it down, pinning the front back with some bobby pins. I grabbed my cross-body bag. I went to the beach, hoping Luke was there.
Luke wasn't there. :(
I had my guitar with me thankfully. I really needed to sing a song to get me going in the morning. I thought back to when I was bullied by Zach. I wrote a song about it and middle school.
I sat down on a beach towel and pulled out my guitar. Mean (by Taylor Swift)
You with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man
You can take me down with one single blow
But you don't know what you don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
You with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out
cause I'll never impress you
I just want to feel alright again
I bet you got pushed around
Someone made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
Cause you can't lead me down the road
And you don't know what you don't know
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all your ever gonna be is mean
And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranted about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean
All you are is mean
And a liar
And pathetic
And alone in life
And mean
And mean
And mean
And mean
But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Yeah Yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so?...
Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?
I smiled at the end of the song. People put a couple dollars in my case before walking over to the ocean. I loved the thrill of singing. I laid down on my beach towel and softly sang California Gurls.
"Sex on the beach. We don't mind sand in our stilettos. We freak in my jeep. Snoop Doggy Dog on the radio."
I giggled to myself. I took a swim a couple mutes later. I met Bex and Grant. They were making out underwater. They finally came up for air. Bex started giggling uncontrollably.
"Hi, Grant and Bex," I said. They finally noticed me.
"Oh, hi Cammie. We were just…" Grant started. "Um.."
Bex rolled her eyes at Grant. "You have a really good voice. I heard a little of what you sang a couple minutes ago. That song felt like you meant the words you said. Do they?"
I nodded. "I was bullied in Virginia before my voice came noticed. I secretly wrote poems, songs, and parodies when I was sad." My voice cracked.
Grant and Bex nodded slowly. Grant then got a smile on his face. "Can you sing us a parody to Cool Kids?"
Bex thumped Grant on the back of his head. "Grant!" She hissed. She turned back to me. "You don't have to do that if you don't-"
"No that'll be fine" I finished for her. "Um… I wish that I could eat all the cookies. Cause all the cookies, they taste so yummy. I wish that I could eat all the cookies. All the cookies."
Grant and Bex burst out laughing. "That's hilarious! You should put that on YouTube. We'd be happy to help you do it!"
"Thanks! Y'all are amazing friends!"
TWO YEARS LATER
CPOV (STILL)
I walked over to Foundation Studios. That was straight from the cheer team that is. I was wearing my SUPER, SUPER, SUPER short green and white fringe skirt and the tight green and white cheer cropped tank top with the words 'Bobcats' in green glitter. I had my plain white low tops and my hair in a curly high ponytail with wisps.
I checked myself in and went to Mr. Greenstone's office. "Mr. Greenstone, you wanted to see me."
"Yes Cameron. You might not like this news and I know I don't like this news. But the head of the Studio has ordered it. They want you to go back to your old high school in Virginia. This is your senior year, and the boss said so. I'm sorry Cammie."
AFTER THE PLANE RIDE
I rolled my eyes as people shrieked when they saw me. I signed a lot of autographs. I took a couple pictures, and hugged some people.
After TWO HOURS I was able to go to my old house. It turns out my mom decorated it for me while I was gone. There were pictures of me with singing trophies, at concerts or just smiling into the camera. My room had a white bed with purple bedding, posters of me and my band, some other posters of bands I like, and a picture of Bex, Grant and I. Well the one I sent her anyway. In two hours, I finished unpacking all my things.
I heard the doorbell ring and went downstairs to get it. When I opened the door I was shocked! Elizabeth Sutton, the interviewer and Bex and Grant were there! Another girl with flawless skin was there two, but I had never spoken to her before.
"Hi Elizabeth, Bex, Grant, and…" I started.
Grant finished for me. "Macey McHenry."
My jaw almost dropped to the floor. "THE Macey McHenry!?"
Elizabeth smiled at me. "Ooooh Yeah."
ZPOV
I was at the airport, picking up my cousin, when a plane lands and all the passengers get off. But when one passenger gets off the whole airport goes crazy. They rush to get autographs. I try to get of glimpse of him/her but all I see is the prettiest blonde hair ever. My cousin, Macey McHenry, she was with her three friends, Bex, Grant, and Elizabeth. But then I remember something special about Elizabeth. SHE WAS THE SAME FRICKING INTERVIEWER I SAW WITH CAMMIE! OMG!