For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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As I wake up this morning, something feels different.
I feel different.
Optimistic.
I stretch my arms out and climb out of bed, walking over to my closet.
I pull out a pair of black gym leggings, and a light grey zip up sweater, opting for comfort today.
Walking into the bathroom, I pull out my curlers and start to do my hair, finishing it off with a white bow. After adding some mascara and doing my eyebrows, I finish off my morning routine and grab my black converse before heading to school.
Noah and Oscar practically ignore me on the ride to school, as usual, but I don't mind.
It's too early in the morning to deal with those morons.
Once I reach my locker, I check my schedule quickly and begin grabbing my books for French class.
"What's up, bitch?"
I slam my locker shut, revealing Zoe's twisted up glaring face.
"Fuck off, Zoe" I glare back at her. Turning my back on her, I walk towards to French. She follows me, wrapping her arm round my shoulder as we walk.
"Zoe, I'm serious," I warn her, trying to shrug her arm off me.
She removes it and I keep walking away as she stands still. Just as I am about to get out of reach from her, she grabs onto my good wrist tugging me back towards her.
"I thought you would have gotten over this by now," she stares at me and I scoff.
"We're not friends, Zoe, so leave me alone before I do something we both regret," I threaten her before yanking my arm from her grasp.
Fuck.
I woke up in a great mood.
Heading into French class, I slam my books down on my desk and flop down on the seat. I rest my head on my good hand, closing my eyes as I try to calm down from the encounter with Zoe.
"Bonjour, la classe," Gabriel starts the lesson but I block it out, keeping my eyes shut. ( "Hello, class" )
I actually hate her.
How can someone be so evil?
She actually broke my arm and then expects us to be friends?
Is she okay in the head-
"Camille," I am shaken out of my thoughts by Gabriel leaning over my desk with a concerned look on his face.
