Chapter 4 - Douglas

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We're a week into the project, and we've done nothing but write papers and papers of notes on research

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We're a week into the project, and we've done nothing but write papers and papers of notes on research. I mean, technically that's what we're supposed to do, but she's taking so long with it. It's not due for the next.. I forgot. But I want to get this done and over with so I can do nothing but sleep and listen to music in his class. After class one day, I begged and begged him to let me have an alternate assignment- one that I can do myself.

The only thing he did was bring up Yolana? Yolanda. I remember exactly what he said. "She is a very smart student, just like you, and I think since you guys are both really interested in animals, it'll work out."
I almost rip the grading rubric in front of him.

Camyrn says it's not a big deal, and to just do whatever she says. I guess I should consider that now because I'm out of ideas. See, that doesn't even sound right.

It's the weekend, and I have nothing planned but to go to Jason's secret party on one of the last floors. I went out and bought a board game we planned on playing since Halloween is coming. The one and only: ouija board.

Camyrn is terrified of all things horror, so we're going to surprise him with it. Only me, him, and a few other friends were invited to come, because last time, word got out that there's going to be drugs and alcohol. Next thing you know, everyone is a friend of a friend of Jason.

You can't really trust anyone anyways. Staff and counselors and all around the dorms and building so it's hard to sneak a ton of people in. I told Jason about how we should have someone on the lookout just in case. We all know it's probably going to be Camyrn.

I hop out of the shower and brush my teeth, my dark red bathrobe around my hips. Theres music playing through Camyrn's bluetooth speaker that's shouting a bunch of curse words every 3 seconds. After spitting out toothpaste, I hear him scream in anger. He's probably bullying a bunch of highschoolers.

I barely hear my phone go off as I'm styling my hair for the party. I use a gel to slick it back a little before glancing at my phone, then doing a double take.
It's my dad. I groan. He doesn't have a contact photo, nor is his number saved in my phone, but I can just tell it's him by the last 4 digits.

I press the green button.
"Yes?" I slightly shout. It's too loud, I don't even know if he can hear me. I put the phone to my ears to get a better listen. I hear ruffling.
"Dad?"

A few moments later my heart nearly bursts out of my chest after hearing him yell my name. My face turns red, because I know what this is about.
"I just got off the phone with coach and he told me that you have not been performing well in your practices!? I- I can't believe this. Have I not told you-"

I cut him off, getting ready to explain.
"NO, I don't give a shit about what you have to say!"
While he's still shouting through the phone, I throw on a black t-shirt with jeans, and open the door. The cool air of the room hits my face after showering in the steamy bathroom for so long.
Camyrn looks at me as I sit on the bed. I rub my eyes with my hand resting on my leg. He turns the music down.
"He's at it again." It's not even a question.
I nod, avoiding eye contact.

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