Made to be Broken

Chapter 2

Camille's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/camille_outfit/set?id=96192034

A buzzing on my chest disrupts my unconsciousness. "Mghfmmghh," I moan unintelligibly, rolling over and pushing my phone to the side. My arm comes into contact with something warm. What the hell?

After my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, only illuminated by the faint glow of green alarm clock numbers, I squint at the form next to me. Oh, it's Melody, I realize. As I close my eyes again to hopefully get a few more hours of dreaming, my phone buzzes again. I moan again (quieter this time) and carefully fish through the blankets until the vibrating piece of plastic is in my hand.

The sudden brightness of the screen is equally as disorienting as the darkness before. But my pupils eventually contract, and alas, I can see! '3 text messages' the screen flashes. I turn the volume down first, so Meldoy won't be woken up, and then go to my inbox, glancing at the senders.

Cade, Cade and Daisy. I don't even bother reading the ones from my so called "boyfriend," deleting them instead. But Daisy's text intrigues me. She rarely texts, as she'd rather call and blab for hours. She's constantly complaining about how long it takes to type a text, so this must not be just a random message.

'Cade's looking for you.'

Despite the sinister tone of the text, I could care less. A) It's too early. B) I hate him. C) It's too early. D) He can look all he wants, but he won't ever find me.

I've been careful to never show him where I lived, always leaving him before then. And Cade isn't too bright either. I mean, if he just left me there last night, I obviously don't mean that much to him.

"Camille?" I hear Melody ask beside me. I quickly shut my phone and toss it to the side.

"Morning," I reply, trying to sound as cheery as possible.

"What time is it?"

I checked the clock. "Eight-ish."

"Oh no!" I hear scrambling and turn back around to see her already out of the bed. "Daniella invited me over today! To go to the beach at nine."

I groan. "You couldn't have mentioned this last night?"

"Sorry," she mutters, moving to the windows and opening the blinds. I squint, the too-bright glare burning my eyes.

"Jesus Mel!"

"What should I wear?" she ask. I look at her to see that she's already holding two outfits in her hands. How did she go to her room that fast?!

I point to the one in her right hand anyways. A simple blue t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. "It's the beach, not a fashion show," I mutter. She nods seriously and then looked at me meaningly. I sigh and lay back with my arm over my eyes while she changes. While I tried to suppress the guilt.

Why am I feeling guilty?! I haven't done anything wrong! You lied to her, the voice in my head reminds me. It's true, even if the lie was a small one.

Okay, if I'm going to be completely honest, I don't want her to wear the other outfit, a pair of studded white shorts and flowy black shirt, because of how revealing it is. Melody's not exactly a late bloomer, and the thought of creepy, lobster-colored old men oggling her at the beach makes me feel sick.

It was a white lie. Completely. So why am I still dwelling on it? I just hate liars. And lying. Especially to my sister.

I decide it would be best if I got up too. I mean I do have to work at 10:30. And I want to grab Melody's hair dye before that anyways. So after she finishes changing, I go over to my closet, deciding on a pair of camouflage shorts, a plain grey tank top, and, of course, my black leather jacket, my baby. No hot day would be hot enough to make me leave her at home. A pair of black lace-up boots, a coat of mascara, a swish of eyeliner, a dab of vaseline on my lips, and a quick hair straightening later, and I'm ready.

I check all the monitors just to confirm it, but like every morning, she isn't there. We don't really know where she goes every day. And I'm done trying to figure it out.

I grab my already packed bag and head out the door, Mel following behind me. She catches up quickly, and we make our way down the street to the bus stop. You'd think the place was deserted. But the bus being my major form of transportation, I have all the routes memorized. So, exactly at 8:45, it pulls up, right on schedule.

I greet Miss Morris, a tiny woman with silver hair and a pink blazer on. Despite her diminutive appearance and avid worshipping of daytime soaps, I've heard her curse like a sailor and turn a huge, muscley guy away because he was a quarter short. Quite the badass.

The bus is only half full today. I glance around to see if there are any of the usual characters and spot a few.

1. Mitzie Macrel. Long brown hair, braces, heavy-duty glasses. Eyes always glued to her phone. She is constantly on the bus. I've only ever seen her get on or off a couple times, and it's always at a playground.

2. Dog Dude. He always has something dog related on him. Dog printed pants, shirts, bags, jackets, socks, ties, even shoes. He also smells vaguely like a wet dog.

3. Dune and Claire. They go to my school, or at least they used to, until they both dropped out, I think. They're a cliché couple, with Dune's jet-black, fringed hair and gauges and Claire's snake bites and huge dragon tattoo that runs up her arm. They seem okay, even though I've never actually had a conversation with them. Probably because they're constantly attached at the lips.

Those aren't their actual names of course. We had names for all the regulars, Melody coming up with most of them. What else was there to do on a bus?

When we reach the stop near Daniella's house, it's was 9:00 exactly. This causes Mel to practically leap out of her seat and run to the door, her neon bikini strings flapping against her neck. I follow more slowly. Luckily the bus stop is literally right next to Daniella's house, so I carefully watch as she runs up to the door and rings the doorbell. A second later, the door swings open, revealing Daniella with her mass of curly hair and a bright pink bathing suit.

Since she's gotten in safely, I turn back to the bus, and Miss Morris is still waiting there for me. I smile at her in gratitude, making my way back to my seat for the rest of the ride to the mall.

(Sorry this chapter's short! But I've got a ton of things planned for this story and I've been pumped to write it lately :) Any feedback is greatly appreciated!)