nothing is really as it seems in rosewood, and Camila Press is about to figure that out.
pretty little liars fanfiction;
first book ;
season 1 - 3 ;
cover by kaydelreywp
spencer hastings x fem!oc
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September 7, 2010, Rosewood
THE PRESS HOUSEHOLD had been definitely affected by the appearance of the blonde girl's body. Camila felt exhausted since the funeral, probably because she was frightened about this new detective in town, who seemed much more willing to dig into the past than the rest. The girls had talked it out after the funeral, sitting in their old usual table at the Apple Rose Grille, realizing that they all were scared of what was to come. If the detective managed to find out about anything that happened that summer.... They would be in serious trouble, specially if it was the Jenna thing.
Camila shook her head, forcing those thoughts away from her mind. She had to act normal and innocent, because she was normal and innocent, and that detective putting his nose where he wasn't called wasn't going to change that.
The sound of her mother's heels clicking on the stairs caused Camila to turn around and meet her on her usual office attire. The black suit fitted her perfectly and she made Camila wonder what had she done wrong to not have her mother's body. Elisa smiled nicely at her, reaching her daughter and leaving a kiss on the top of her head, just like she used to do when she was a little kid.
"Good morning, sweetie." She said, grabbing her thermos and filling with the hot coffee from the coffee machine. "I'm gonna head to work, is there anything you need before I go?"
Camila shook her head in reply, bringing the spoon filled with cereal from the bowl to her mouth. She swallowed it quickly, not wanting to speak with her mouth full. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" She continued, coming closer and rubbing Camila's shoulders, which made the girl frown. "Do you need money for lunch, or food for lunch? Or maybe-"
"Mom!" Camila cut her with a chuckle, shaking her head softly. "It's fine, really. You can stop hovering, I'm fine."
Elisa sighed softly, taking a seat on the stool next to Camila and grabbing her hands. Camila had to control the urge to roll her eyes. She hated this, she hated every time she was forced to talk about feelings, she hated being treated like she was a doll about to break. And making her feel like a child was her mother's specialty.
"Camila, you can feel sad if you have to, it's ok. In fact, if you want to skip school today, you are more than allowed-"
Camila sighed, pulling her hands away to grab her spoon and continue eating her breakfast. "Mom, seriously. I want to go to school, I need to distract myself."
Camila felt her mom's eyes in her for a while, analyzing her carefully and, for a moment, she was ten again, sitting in that therapist's office, with that unknown woman looking at her as if she was broken. But she wasn't ten anymore, and she wasn't broken.
Elisa nodded once, getting up from the stool and grabbing her bag from the coat rack. She moved towards the door, opening it widely but spinning in her heels to give her daughter one last look. "I'll be home late tonight, so don't wait up."
