Metanoia.

Chapter: 3

*Cameron's POV*

I was laying in my bed staring at the ceiling dreading going to school. I mean I can not stand school! What I also, was thinking about is how I asked Vivian to be my friend.. How stupid can I be to get her involved with a person like me?

The Bully.

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I shoved my books in my locker. My books barley even fit.

"Hey Peter Griffin!" I spotted Vivian running toward me like a wild bear.

"Hey Grandma." I winked. It was hilarious how she tries to come up with a good name to call me but, peter Griffin c'mon! That's horrible.

"I don't look like a grandma!" She shouted trying to be mad but, I can tell she wasn't I can always tell her emotions but, never her next action. I can't even guess it.

"You don't but, you definitely sound like one." She doesn't actually look like a grandma she has long curly red hair not the kind of red like.. Ariel.. More like a orange-red that makes you wanna just tangle your fingers in it. Then she has these eyes.. You can tell all of her emotions through her eyes. They were a sea green with a hint of blue. She was pretty average size for a girl but, she was flimsy and skinny. Absolutely beautiful in my opinion but, I would Never tell her that.

"We have to get to class Cameron." She said probably like the third time while I was still staring at her.

"Oh yeah forgot..."

We walked into the class together and all eyes were on us. They had knives in them just waiting to kill us. (Not literally) but, it seemed like it. We sat next to each other and watched Mr.Myers speak.

"I will be passing out your tests." Mr.Myers said and the whole class sighed

Once we got the tests I didn't know any of the answers well that's most likely because I never pay attention to all this school stuff. I don't even know how I'm passing. I just put random answers and handed it in after 5 minutes. My routine every test.

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I was laying on my bed after school when my phone went off.

*Ding Ding*

Grandma: Can you meet me at the park?

Me: Okay... Be there soon bye grandma

Grandma: Okay hurry please.

When I arrived to the park I seen Vivian sitting down she looked tense and looked like she was crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked her my tone soft.

"H-He died." She said in a shaky voice. Question is who died?

"Who died Vivian?"

"M-My dad." Then she sobbed.I came up to her and rubbed her back.

"Shh it's okay."

"He was only 30 years only 30!! Why is he gone so soon!?"

"Sometimes people are taken from us way to soon. They get ripped out of our lives when least expected. We can either think about the good life they had or be unhappy and dwell on it. They wouldn't want us to do that now would they? I'm not saying you shouldn't cry because we all need to cry sometimes I'm saying we shouldn't cry forever."

"I-I guess your right." She wiped off her eyes. My heart ached for her because I knew what it felt like when my mother and father died the same night.

"I should tell you something Vivian."

"Go ahead."

"I know how you feel you know?"

"Really how?"

"My mother and father died the same night 6 years ago. I was 12."

"I'm sorry Cameron."

"Nobody's fault." I shrugged and acted like nothing bothered me I guess I mastered that by now.

"Maybe we should go home and I'm sorry for bothering you you're my only friend and-"

"Stop apologizing grandma." I cut her off and smirked.

"For a second there I thought I was gonna be called Vivian. Should've never got my hopes up." I just laughed at her. "Can I ask you something?" Vivian asked looking at me.

"Shoot."

"Why are you nice one minute and the next your just like the meanest person alive?"

"I guess I have nothing to be nice about."

"What about school,friends,family?"

"Family? I live with my aunt and she doesn't care about me and is rarely home. School? It doesn't matter to me just a waste of time. Friends? I have one friend who I'm starting to be nice to a little."

"Who is your one friend then Peter Griffin?"

"Elmo."

"Really? I always wanted to meet him."

"No It's you, Idiot." I laughed at how gullible she was.

"Well guess we should go home." She said quietly.

"I suppose so. Night grandma."

"Night my Peter Griffin and thank you." With that she hopped in her car and spun off. I never felt as good as I do right now.

She was the cause.

A/N: Good or bad? Hope it was good... Sorry for the late update and next chapter will be hmm how should I put this... Interesting. Yep leaving you at that. Byeee

~misfit.