I swear when I'm old enough I will go to that court and change my freaking name! I thought.
I sat at my desk and made a list of name choices.
What names don't start with P?
I started to jot my ideas down.
Sally
Haley
Eve
Sara
Scarlet
Emily
Monica
Jen
Genesis
AvaAnd, well, you get the point. Then I heard pounding on my door.
"What." I spat.
"Can we come in?"
"Hmmm, let me think. NOO." I said.
"PAM MARIE STERNS LET US IN RIGHT NOW OR YOUR GROUNDED!"
"Cool," I said,"I'd much rather be in here than out there."
"What are we going to do with her?" I heard Dad ask Mom.
"Can we at least talk to you through the door?"
"Nope!!"
I smirked, well, because, they couldn't see me.
"Well too bad we are going to anyway. So, Pammy, we are sorry and we want to--"
Their talking was interrupted by me who was putting on some music.
"Pam. Marie. Sterns. Turn the music down right now and listen to what I have to say!"
"You can't make me!"
"That's it I'm coming in!!"
They tried opening the door but it was locked. I did an evil laugh while watching them try to open the door.
Then I heard a really loud thud.
Oh my gosh are they so desperate they are seriously breaking the door down? Well I don't care because they are the ones who are going to have to end up paying for it. I thought.
I turned off my music because I wanted to hear if they were going to back talk me. But it was silent.
Then my stomach growled.
Darn it.
I checked under the door and noticed Mom's shoes were still there. She's a germaphobe so she likes to wear shoes around the house. However, Dads feet were gone.
Well, I could survive without food until she gets tired of waiting. I pondered.
So I sat on my bed and grabbed the book I was currently reading, Paper Towns by John Green. I pulled out my bookmark and placed it next to me on my bed. Then I read.
After about 20 minutes of reading, I decided to check under the door again.
I laid on the floor, stomach to the ground and looked under the door. As I did so, my stomach growled once again.
Her shoes were still there.
Wait a minute....
They are just tricking me!! It was like that Diary of a Wimpy kid movie!!
I opened the door and just as I thought, her shoes were there but not her feet.
I wonder how grossed out she must feel...
I closed the door silently and locked it from the outside. Then I snuck over to the kitchen to find....
"Cameron?" I asked, forgetting that I was ignoring my parents.
"Pam! There you are!" He said.
"How did you get in my house?" I wondered aloud.
"Your parents," he replied.
"How do you know where I live?!?!?!"
"I asked the office."
"WHY?!?!?!"
Then he walked up to me. He shooed my parents out of the room. They scurried out of the kitchen.
Uh-oh, I thought.
He was like 5 inches from me.
Oh my god what the what is happening somebody explain.
"To do this," he said, trying to crash his lips onto mine.
"I don't think so," I said, covering his mouth with my hand.
He jerked back in surprise, with a hurt look on his face.
"I'm sorry, I-I- don't know what I was thinkin--" he stuttered.
"What's the real reason your here?" I asked.
He sighed.
"Mr. Barley told me that you have to tutor me," he mumbled.
"What?"
"MR. BARLEY TOLD ME YOU HAVE TO TUTOR ME!!" He half-yelled.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," I repeated. I don't want to tutor him? I didn't want to tutor Cameron, who was dumb, rude, good-looking, wait, WHAT?
"Cool," I finally said.
"Great! Let's get started..." He said clasping his hands together.
"Come to my room," I sighed. Then he followed me there. On the way, I pointed to the rooms he are not allowed to go in which was just my parents bedroom. Then I showed him where the bathroom was, and then we went into my room.
As I walked in, I tripped over Mom's shoes.
"ARGGHHHH!" I growled.
I stood back up and kicked the shoes in frustration, while Cameron looked at me like I was an alien with 7 eyes.
"Sit." I instructed. He sat on my bed and opened his textbook up and I opened mine.
"So, Cameron, the word 'consign' means:
A. A person who doesn't want to sign something,
B. To deliver something to someone,
C. A sign that has the word CON on it, or
D. To steal something." I asked."Uh.... A?" He guessed.
"Wrong," I said, firmly.
"B?"
"Correct!" I congratulated.
This was going to be a long year.
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RandomPam Marie Sterns has been made fun of her whole life. I bet you can't guess why. Think about it. Here's a hint: it has something to do with her name. Yea that's right, her initials is PMS.