Dear Cam,

Chapter 1

I woke up and got dressed. I saw the bus pick up some kids.

"CRAP!" That was my cue to get out of the house, but I wasn't even dressed yet.

I got dressed quickly and ate breakfast. I rushed to the door and grabbed my dark blue backpack. I was about to leave when the door opened, it was my mom getting back from her night shift. I was supposed to be gone by the time she got here.

"Drake Scar. What are you doing home? You should be at school by now." She said.

"I got up late. Sorry."

"You better hurry. You know what. I just saw your neighbor, Cam Chester going to her car. Maybe you can catch a ride with her."

I nodded and ran out to where her car was about to leave. I flagged her down, now that I think about it, it was really embarrassing.

She rolled down her car window. Her dark black bangs, write over her black eyes. She was wearing a red scarf with a yellow sweater and jeans. "May I help you? I need to get to school."

"I need a ride."

"I thought you had a car."

"It's at the repair shop."

"Mr. Perfect hurt his car?" She sounded amused.

"Listen, I need a ride. Please?"

"On one condition."

"What is it?"

"You give me a ride to school in that hot sports car every morning for the rest of the year."

I thought about this. I wasn't about to let some beautiful chick ride my–okay, maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"Fine."

She smiled. "Hop in."

As we road to school, I realized how beautiful she looked. Of course I'd met her before. She'd sit in the back of all the classrooms. Nonetheless, I had never thought of her as anything more than my neighbor, and it would probably stay that way. She had her friends and I had mine.

My eyes wondered to the back of her car. I saw cameras and rolled up green screens.

"So your a photographer." I ask.

"Yea." She says, not taking her eyes off the rode.

"For the newspaper?"

"No. Yearbook, and for fun."

"Cool." I said, looking in front of the rode.

As we stopped, I got a feeling of sadness. It was over. Then remembered. I'm supposed to drive her to school every day. Here we go.

I grabbed my backpack and left. I saw her getting her photography stuff. I was in for a good year.