Surrendering to Heat

Chapter 3: New Girl

(Up above is a picture of Cameron)
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Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep

"Argh! Shut up!"

I cover my ears with my pillow and when that doesn't work I grab the friggin' alarm clock and throw it against the wall. It crashes, but miraculously survives. That stupid noise is still blaring! Reluctantly I get up, throw the alarm clock into the trash and get ready for school.

I finish in 20 minutes flat. Hah! Take that stereotype that says girls take too long to get ready! It's not like I look crappy. I look damned good if I do say so myself. I look in the mirror. My black hair is lying flat and silky, and there's eyeliner around my silvery eyes and red tinged lip balm on my lips. I'm wearing black cut-off shorts, red Dr. Martens, baggy white t-shirt with my black bralette straps showing, and a black beanie. My outfit is made for the eyes to be drawn to my beautiful Dr. Martens (cause it's the only color on me, and I love Dr. Martens)! Therefore the outfit is perfect. I go downstairs looking for Cam.

"Caaaaaammm! Where the heck did you get that annoying alarm clock? It miraculously survived my mauling!"

I find him snoring in his room. I notice broken pieces of his alarm clock on the floor. (We aren't siblings for nothing) Hmmm, I guess the alarm clock survived my mauling but lost against his. That pisses me off somehow.

I creep up to Cam, crawling on top of him slowly. "Caaaam, it's time to wake upppp," I say slowly. He grumbles something unintelligible. At this point, I'm straddling him with my face an inch from his. Awww, he looks so peaceful so cute (he's snoring his ass off)...almost makes me regret doing this! I head butt him, and he's so surprised that we both end up falling off the bed.

Cam slowly sits up while rubbing his forehead. It looks funny since he's only in his boxers (with hearts on top), his hair is sticking up in every direction, and he has a growing red bump smack in the middle of his forehead. I probably have a growing bump too, but hey I'm sure I pull it off better than him. I'm sprawled on the floor laughing at the expression on his face. He looks so bewildered. But then again, I probably look crazy too, but at least I'm dressed.

"Angieeee, did you have to wake me up like that?" He whines while rubbing his forehead. He's such a big baby.

"Of course! You know that messing with people is simply my way of life. That's not going to stop just because you're my blood brother or something. In fact...it makes you more of a target!"

He glares at me. "You know I'll get even with you right?" His glare does zero damage, as he looks just as ridiculous as he did 5 minutes ago.

"Sure sure. As they say all's fair in love and war. But, c'mon let's be serious. We can even keep a scoreboard running. 1 Angie cakes, 0 Cam Cam. But let's be real here, when have you ever woken up before me? You and I both know that'll never happen, so just resign yourself to my delicate wakeup calls." And with that, I stand up and go make us some breakfast while Cameron gets dolled up. We eat some spam, rice, and eggs. He was a bit wary of trying the spam at first, but this kid loves every and all food. Then again, I am a mean cook. I know, I know spam is gross or whatever but let's be honest; spam only tastes good when it's from Hawaii or cooked by someone from Hawaii. This is the lecture I told him. From what I heard, a lot of people have eaten spam raw! shudders And then, we do some catching up before scrambling to get to school.

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The jeep slowly drives through the entrance of a crowded parking lot. I read the sign, 'Rockwell High home of the Grey Wolves! Awoooooh,' as Cam drives in. How lame. Who thinks these signs up? Although I'm sure the bell has already rung, there're still a lot of people milling around. It's 8:30 already, so I don't get why there aren't any teachers around to bust their asses. My eyes skim the crowds. Hmmm, looks like the clique system is still in place. The jocks with cheerleaders by some expensive looking cars, the geeks talking enthusiastically by the entrance, the skaters doing some tricks on the parking lot, etc. The cliche list goes on. After closer examination, I notice that although the groups seem normal, pretty much all the students are wearing some form of expensive brand clothes. Darn! I guess Trenton and Gwen would never send the golden child Cam here, to a simple old public school. Which means I'm stuck in another school full of rich kids. Oh well, I guess that'll help me blend in even better then. Although I don't wear a bunch of brand name stuff to show of like some people do (ahem, Gwen), it's not like I'm dressed in dumpster clothes either. I just don't have the heart to waste so much money on clothes. The money you spend on brand name clothes, can be used to buy 10 or more of the same thing without the brand. It's sad, really.