Who's That Bad Boy?

chapter | two

chapter | two

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Camille Fields

It was monday morning, which meant it was time for school.

I dragged my body out of my bed and waddled to my mirror.

I examined the body in the reflection of mine.

I then turned sideways, and tilted my head backwards, to make my hair look longer. My brown hair was flapping all the way down to the middle of my back.

When I straightened my back again, my hair was only below my shoulders.

I moaned and sluggishly grabbed the white tank-top that had been laying beside me, on my shelve.

*

After 20 minutes of finally deciding what to wear, I hurried to breakfast. I passed my sister, who was wearing a grave expression, while eating a bowl of cereal, without lust.

I knitted my eyebrows, as our gazes met.

I grabbed an apple, sat down next to her, and curled my legs underneath myself, as I took a first bite of the apple.

She played around with the spoon in her hand and kept stabbing the cereal deliberately.

''Cassie? Are you okay?'', I asked tranquilly.

My mom strolled into the room, disconcerted by our serious expressions. She was wearing a blue t-shirt, just like Cassie, and blue jeans. Her white CHANEL ballerinas completed the outfit.

''Girls? Are y'all doing good?'', she questioned with an apprehensive tone.

''Yup!'', I called.

I arised and tried to leave, but I was held back by someone taking hold of my arm. I whirled around, to affront my sister's abashed face.

''I need your help!'', she yelped, with her hand tightly clutched around my arm.

''Why? What happened?'', I snaggered, referring to the hand that was starting to cut off my blood circulation.

She peered over at mom who was cutting bread in the kitchen and then gazed back at me.

''I didn't do ANY of my chemistry homework! Miss Calbridge is gonna kill me! She is gonna embarrass me in front of everyone! I'm so fucked! You have to help me! You know exactly, what a bitch she is! Pleeeeaaaaase? Please, Cam, you are so smart, you can do it. Right? You could... Uh. Cam, please!'' she scream-whispered.

She tucked her bottom lip into her mouth with a desperate look scattered across face.

To be honest, I never had experienced the 'bitch' everyone was talking about, when they mentioned Miss Calbridge. She had always been nice to me, so I never understood.

''Yeah, no big deal, why are your hands trembling though?'' I murmured.

''She scares the shit out of me, that's why.'' she snarled.

''I'll give you a copy of my sheets, first period.''

''Thanks! You're the best!''

I threw her an assuring smile, shrugged and skipped to the front door.

I scanned my outfit before picking out which converse to wear. White tank-top, blue shorts and jewelry.

I conclusively grasped the white, short converse that lay beside the black and pick ones.

''Guys! Hurry up! It's already 8:30! Doesn't school start in 10 minutes?'' I heard my mother shout from the kitchen.

Suddenly my eyes widened, when I realized what my mom had just said. 8:30?!