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POV: Camilia Constance

(Details at the end)
English is my second language and writing stories isn't really my forte, but I really hope you can enjoy this!!

"Your daughter, Camilia, has certainly exceeded our expectations-.........She has uncomparable academic abilities and she even received one of the most surprising -........ We have ever seen! We can hone her abilities even better-........ And She might even top some of our greatest students here! But even so, I am sure she would bring great honor to our academy—"

The principal continued to talk. She kept on repeating the same thing over and over again , it was getting a bit annoying. Annoying to the point that I didn't even notice her voice kept on fading out.

I turned to face my mother and gently nudged her, signaling that I was bored and ready to go, but she gave me no answer. I tried whispering to her this time. Once more, I got very little to no response.

Behave.

That was the first response I interpreted from her eyes; she had a chilly, almost menacing expression. Hey, at least she gave a reply, isn't that right?"
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"The tick tock sound  from the clock enticed me, and Since I had nothing to do anyways, I checked the time,

3:36 pm

"Woah... We've been here for almost 2 hours?" I was still looking up to the clock, Not realizing I said that out loud. my mom nudged my shoulder, Crap.

"I'm sorry ma'am! I didn't realize I spaced out! But rest assured I was listening to everything you said!"

I had no choice but to repeat everything the principal had said in the last five minutes—or at least the summary of it—

Despite my reassurance, I somehow felt that she didn't believe me. *Hmmm..* I was careful not to speak loudly again, . This time i talked solely in my head, didn't want another screw up right?

I've been doing this over and over again just to satisfy my parents, what exactly do I do to achieve that you may ask? Being a goodie two shoes that's what.

Hi, I'm Camilia Constance, pronounced Ca-mi-li-ya, It was supposed to be Camilla but my parents wanted me to be quote-unquote "Special.." Just like them.

We weren't exactly rich, however, my parents were influencial, mostly in the field of fashion. I grew up surrounded by Cameras, Teachers telling me what to do, heck, there was even a life plan for me..My parents  were considered "Perfect" So I guess that's why they wanted me to be the same..

I only ever had 1 true friend growing up, It was a boy named "Jace Xavier" The first thing I can recall about him was him making me call him Xavier (Sa-Vi-er) instead of Jace because he said he really didn't like that name that much. Of course being a stubborn middle schooler, I didn't listen to him. ....Ok, maybe I did a little. But Instead of boring old Xavier, I gave him a nickname that only "I" can call him. "Vier".

Vier moved away to some place called "Sirius" 6 years ago, Weird name for a weird place if you ask me. I wasn't able to find Vier again even though I had just moved to the same place as him just a week ago. It was kinda hard adjusting to this place at first, I can't even pronounce it's name right.

But things get even more harder, whenever my mom took me to see a million different schools just to ensure I had "good education"

Vier always comforted me when my mom did these things, we seldom went out for ice cream and just sat at the playground laughing about our day.

*Why was I even thinking about him again? Oh right, ᴵ ᵏᶦⁿᵈᵃ ᵐᶦˢˢ ʰᶦᵐ*

"Miss Camilia!!! Dinner's Ready!" 

I looked back to hear who it was.
Oh, it's Ms Applejuice,
Wait, Pause. Don't judge her name will you? I also did at first but she's a sweet old lady, and an even better maid and cook, Yum!

"I'm coming Ms Applejuice!"

I sat up and quickly tied my hair, the strands falling in front of my face. It was a bother but atleast it looked good. At the same time, I grabbed my phone and quickly raced downstairs, awaiting Ms Applejuice's cooking.

I looked around, hoping to see my parents but, I guess they were busy again. I scoffed. Typical.

"Huh? Where's the food?"

I was a bit confused because Ms Applejuice don't usually prepare small meals, that may be the reason why I'm getting fatter, I laughed .

"Oh you're here! I'm sorry if I didn't prepare a meal for you today, but your mom gave me permission to order food instead!"

Ms Applejuice smiled innocently.

"Oh, ok then"

I smiled back at her, secretly hoping doesn't become an everyday thing, I really love her cooking.

Ms Applejuice knows about my situation, atleast about my parents, that's why she doesn't pry more.

"Ding Ding!"

The doorbell rang, I was gonna get it but my bladder said otherwise.

"I have to go for a second, Can you get the food please?"

"No problem dear!"

I could always count on Ms Applejuice-- Anyways I really had to go so I rushed over to the bathroom to do my business.

When I returned, the food was already there, and all we needed to do was prepare the dishes.

*Munch--*

Hmmm...This food isn't half bad, maybe I'll order some more next time.
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This is my first time writing a story and I'm still not that good at details😅 Still, Thank you for sticking by! Tell me your thoughts and ways I can improve, love you guys!