Ever since Casey told me about me and Cammie being friends, I've been having dreams about us when we were younger. everytime I do, I tell my mom about them and she tells me if they've really happened or not.
Most of the time they have.
Cammie wasn't in school for the rest of the week last week and I'm not sure why but I hope she'll be here Today so we can talk.
I walk into first period, sit down and patiently wait for Cammie.
After about 15 minutes she finally walks in and I feel this wave of relief come over me. She sits down and avoids eye contact with me at all times
?????okay?????
About halfway through the lesson she passes me a note
"Hey, let's skip second period. Mrs Knight isn't here and I know a place. You in?"
"Yeah see you then xx"
"xx? What? Isn't that British?"
"Yeah well my friend Rosie from back in Dallas is originally from England so it's a habit I sort of picked up I'm sorry"
She reads the note and giggles then puts it away.
After a very boring class the bell finally rung and I got up and walked out of class.
When Cammie came out of the class she grabbed my hand and we started running
When we finally stopped running we were at a door
"dance studio" Cammie says, I guess because she noticed my puzzled look
She pulled out a key and we walked in.
"This is my go to place." She smiles and looks around.
She pulls out two bean bag chairs from a closet and we sit.
"You have something on your mind." Cammie points out.
"Why weren't you here? Last week." I waste no time on getting the things off my mind
"I was visiting my granny in Louisiana."
"Okay. Next question. How did you know my old name?"
She laughs
"Shannon. Just ask the question."
Okay. Here goes nothing.
"Why didn't you tell me we were best friends?"
YOU ARE READING
Now this is her (shacam)
عشوائيWhat would you do if one day you woke up and found out everything you thought you knew, was a lie?
