My Complicated Life

Chapter 4

 The next morning I met up with Cameron before heading to class. I was hoping I would see Skylar before class, but I didn't see her anywhere. 

 Our English teacher began handing out our first assignment. We had to read To Kill a Mockingbird. I was actually a little relieved because I had already read that book in the beginning of eighth grade at my old school. I opened up the book and began reading as I felt a note slip in my lap from Cameron. 

Look to your right in the front row  -Cameron

I began looking when I immeditaely figured out what I was supposed to be looking at. Allison. I hadn't forgotten about her over the summer, but over the past couple days I had. She had dyed her blonde hair dark red and had a golden tan. 

Maybe if we just ignore her, she won't mess with us. Besides, she did apologize last year  -Callie

I handed the note back to him. He didn't write anything else down because the teacher began talking. I did notice, though, that Allison wasn't sitting by some of her friends. About five of them were in the class and she sat with one of them. I guess "queen bees" can't always stay on top. A new school is a whole different group of people, which Cameron and I soon discovered.

  "Why is it that on the second day of school I already have homework in three classes?" Cameron asked with irritation in his voice as we got in the lunch line.

"I guess they've had to hold back all summer, so they just can't wait to hand out more homework and see our disgusted faces. Maybe they missed grading papers, after all, free time is just a horrible thing," I said with sarcasm.

 "I would be the awesomest teacher ever because I would never give homework. I really think that's the key to being a great teacher," Cameron said.

"Sure. Until you get fired," I replied.

  After a good fifteen minutes, we finally made it through the lunch line. The cafeteria was already full of people, so we had to inch between chairs and groups of students talking. On accident, Cameron's backpack got stuck on the back of one the chairs, causing it and a boys backpack and books to fall onto the floor. All of a sudden, the boy, who was a senior, stood up and llifted Cameron up by the strap on the top of his backpack, which caused Cameron to drop his tray of food.

"What did you do?" the guy yelled in his face.

"I uh.. my back pack-" Cameron stumbled but was cut off.

"Why were you messing with my stuff?" he yelled louder, catching everyone's attention. 

"I wasn't!" Cameron yelled back with all the courage he had.

"Listen, I know you're a little freshmen here, but you're not all that you were back in middle school. Don't mess with me again, you hear?" he said putting Cameron down.

Cameron slowly nodded, but I guess that wasn't enough because the older boy then slapped his hand again Cameron's jaw before repeating his question, which Cameron answered with a quick and quiet yes.

 Cameron then ran off to the restroom holding his cheek. I quickly placed my lunch tray down befor4e running after him.

"What just happened?" Jason asked as he followed me to the restroom.

"Cameron's backpack knocked some guy's stuff on the floor and the guy got really mad," I answered.

"Oh, well did he hurt Cameron?" 

"I don't know. He slapped him pretty hard, but he didn't do anything else but yell at him."

"Should I go in there and see if he's okay?" Jason asked as we neared the boys restroom.