Against My Will

Prologue

Camille Hart leaned over the edge of the cliff, looking down into the ocean. It's so high... It's gotta be at least 100 feet. The 17 year-old girl took out her camera and sat on the edge of the cliff, dangling her feet over the edge. Holding her camera against her body, she took an angled picture of the ocean. Camille slowly leaned over the edge of the cliff to take a few pictures of her feet over the water. One, two, three pictures later she stood up to take one final picture.

Camille carefully adjusted her feet so she wouldn't slip on the edge. Bringing her camera to her face, she looked through the viewfinder, finding the perfect angle. Just as she was about to snap the photo, a voice startled her.

"HEY!"

It was too late for Camille to regain her balance, and she lost her footing, slipping off of the cliff. As she skidded down, she spotted a tree root that was growing out the side of the cliff. Camille grabbed onto the root quickly, but then was at a loss of what to do. Grabbing the root had been her plan, considering it was the only way out of the near-death situation.

"Grab the stick!" Camille looked up and was able the put a face to the voice that had scared her. It was a guy, probably no more than 2 or 3 years older than she was. "Come on! Grab the stick! I'm trying to save your life here!" Oops. Camille grabbed the stick that was being held just to the side of her. "Hold on," Camille grunted, "I'm gonna climb up using the stick as leverage." And climb, she did.

Camille scrambled up onto the solid clifftop, laying on the grass once she got there. Without looking up, she muttered, "Thank you for saving me, but that wouldn't have been a problem had you not suddenly yelled out at me."

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. What's your name?" Camille finally sat up and faced him. "I'm Camille."

"Well, Camille, what brings you to Santa Monica?"

"I live in Glendale, so I come down every weekend to take pictures."

"Your pictures any good?"

"You betcha."

"Can I see?"

"Nope."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Fine, bye." And with that, he walked away.

Camille was left on the clifftop, with just her camera. It was almost like that the guy had never even been there.

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Thanks for reading the prologue! The picture attached is Camille.

(27.mar.2015)