True Aviator

Chapter One

Love. This one word affects many, usually in a good way. When you're in love, you most of the time do stupid things. It's not you, but this simple word. It's weird, really. Such a simple word for something so amazing and empowering, or so I've heard.

It was like any other fall morning, although the leaves haven't started to change color or spiral to the pavement and grass. It was a lovely sight though, and I couldn't handle the anticipation of the moment when it happens. It was still early October.

By the time I was done with my usual morning routine, I looked over at my alarm clock. It was 6:59. My bus came at 7.

I freaked out, running out the front door with my book bag on my shoulder, and shoes on my feet.

"Wait!" I yelled frantically at the leaving yellow bus. It didn't stop though. It kept going.

And I knew what I had to do.

I had to sprint.

I sprinted towards the fastest transportation I had. A track star, Katy Cupboard was currently my inspiration. She was a girl from my school who won too many track awards to count. I didn't personally know her, but she was someone who I had idolized for a while now.

By the time I was a block down from my street, and the bus was no where in sight, I decided to walk home. I stomped my feet on the pavement as I walked to my house.

I got to my front door in a matter of minutes to figure out how to get to school. I can't just ditch. I never missed a day this year yet. Plus, I was anxious to see the one boy I started to become interested in. He was Cambodian and had the name of Ionic. He was smart, funny, and pretty independent. He was also just about everything that I had always wanted. The only problem is that he barely notices me, and likes a girl by the name of Carrie. Creepy, I know. Like who decides to name their newborn child the same name as someone from a horror movie where, spoiler alert, she kills basically everyone. I would be terrified to even be standing close to her. So why want to date her?

My front door was unlocked, just how I left it. I walked in, and walked into my living room to sit on the couch. I looked up to see unfamiliar surroundings.

"Wait, what?" I whispered to myself. Did my parents come home just to refurnish the house or something? I slowly got up from the couch. I decided to walk to the room that's supposed to be my bedroom. I hesitantly turned the doorknob of "my" bedroom.

"Eeeeeeehhh!" I screeched like a banshee as I saw what was inside.

It was two people... having intercourse.

"What are you doing in my room?!" I yelled at the unfamiliar couple. I was shaking. How was I going to tell my parents about this?

"Your room? This is are house!" The girl yelled back as she frantically covered herself using the blanket. They guy hurried and went under the covers.

"Who is this, what, 10 year old girl doing here? Is she like your daughter or something?!" The guy whispered to the woman harshly.

"I'm, I'm actually 16," I stuttered, defensively.

"I don't even know the girl! What the hell?" She whispered back, just as harshly.

"I'm Camellia Nugget!" I joyfully and proudly say.

"Well get the hell out!" The guy yelled.

"This is my house, you get out!" I quietly and nervously yelled at the two.

"Is this like one of the kids who think they're all cool, and consume a heavy amount of alcohol before school? Don't some kids do that? Or get high?" The woman asks the large amount of questions to the guy. "Honey, how many fingers am I holding up?" The woman then turns to me when she gets to that question. She holds up three fingers, waiting for me to tell her the number of fingers she's holding up.

"I don't know what you've been doing with those fingers!" I shriek.

"Maybe she's one of the kids who watch others, you know?" The guy suggests a dumbass suggestion. The woman then swats at his shoulder.

"I need to go to school," I inaudibly say. I sighed, and hurried to run out of that room, that house!

I just decided to walk to school from here. It was only 1.7 miles from here.

This morning was very... eventful.