38 ways to Write a Chapter [On Hold--For Editing]

Way 1 - Height IS a problem

Cameron's POV

Mornings. Now that's something that everyone will agree with me on when I say it's one of the things I hate. Next to that? Waking up.

"Cameron Ann Margarette Summers! WAKE UP and get down here now!" My mom yelled, emphasizing the words "wake up" from the kitchen...I think, wait, where am I again?

I slumped my aching head back to my pillow. #3 on my "What I hate list", noise when I'm not creating it.

"Argh, Mom! Stop adding girly names to mine!" I muffled-shouted

There was a brief pause.

"I can't help it! I gave you a guy's name!" She giggled.

I raised my head and stared at the door "We've already covered this one, mom," I told her "Firstly, Cameron Diaz is not a man so just tell people that's where you got my name, she doesn't have polished-girly names on her "Diaz" now, does she?"

I can practically hear her shake her head.

"Secondly?" She muttered so softly, that if I'd flipped my hair I would've missed it.

"Secondly, It's your fault for naming me that!" I said, getting off the bed and removing my top "And just so you know I'm only 1 button away from opening the door and getting down."

I didn't wait for her reply and got my towel. She last said something about me being a liar or meatloaf. It was hard to tell.

I slipped off of my shorts and continued undressing when I arrived at the bathroom.

Mothers. Who said that they didn't name you drunk?

I finished showering 5 minutes tops. Ha! New record. I wrapped a towel around myself and turned the door knob.

Mitch was gonna be over here at quarter. Won't be long now...

Mitch is my neighbor. And also my childhood friend from before, and like any-other childhood friend, he's an ass.

Well, not to other girls apparently, this guy can change face faster than you can say Bullsh*t. He's like their king. 5 girls comes up to him before class, and that's just the minimum.

I shook my head. King? More like sex God.

I got some freshly clean (according to mum) purple undies, and a purple bra. Seriously, what is it with mum and purple? She barged in my room the other day announcing she bought me some clothes. Well can't say that made me happy, it did...until I found out that it was ALL purple.

I feel like auditioning for a part in Power Rangers. A new ranger, who, apparently wore purple.

I didn't mind the color, I mean it's not like I have a scheduled rape session with my homeroom teacher or something. Guys, Mr.Adams is hot for his age but happily married. I'm sure he won't risk getting imprisoned or having a 50/50 chance of being infertile.

I picked an above-the-knee-length soft pink dress, Mitch's black puma jacket which apparently was here for no reason--we didn't sleep with each other. I mean, people, please, that guy is like a walking STD virus--and my new galaxy converse.

For mum, galaxy is the new purple.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Then the clock. Mirror. Clock. Mirror. Clock. Mirror. Clock. Mirror. Clock. Until I finally decided not to put make-up. I dried my short brown hair and dashed downstairs.

As soon as my mum glanced at me, she smirked. "One button, yeah?"

Curse my forgetfulness.