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

Way 3 - Fur and Not Cold-Blooded

Cameron's POV

You know that moment when you really wanna kill someone but can't because they are related to you and you'll end up being hated?

Well, yeah. That's the situation that I am in right now.

Hey, I ain't arguing, I'd love to stay in a place wallpaper-ed with flowers, has a pretty decent scent (living with 3 brothers made me realize that even the scent in the cafeteria is considered "fragrant")--well, any place with air-conditioning would be alright for me but hey, everybody has their own opinions--and marble floor that'd make your shoes click because it's so shiny and well taken care of.

Probably even more taken care of than you, but anyhow, you get my point.

So, I'm not being a pain or anything, but c'mon, even with a beautiful place like that, WHO WOULD WANT TO WORK OUT?

Okay, I understand that non-lazy, workaholic, SADISTIC, energetic and sports-loving people might want to do it--and I am none of those--so let me rephrase that.

Ladies and men, I, Cameron Summers am working out.

Wait, scratch that, being made to work out for food is more like it.

Well, not "more like it"--'cause, admit it, who'd want to work for food?--The reason I said that was because it was the truth.

Questions piling up in that tiny head of yours? Well, no need to blow that brain up, I am here to explain.

It all started when B*tch-Cameron thought she had just made the most evil plan ever. But no, Assh*le-Mitch was smarter and thought of a round-away to each and everyone of B*tch-Cameron's antics.

She'd flip him off each time.

(dramatic thing they do when flashbacks happen)

=One and a half hour earlier=

"You wouldn't!" He roared.

"I won't!" I smiled wickedly "If..."

"Argh!" Mitch turned from me, frustrated "There's always gotta be an 'if' wouldn't there?" he asked rhetorically--'cause we all know the answer to that question.

I shrugged innocently.

"What have I ever done to you that made you not have even the slightest hesitation to tell this to the whole school?" He asked me.

"Ah," I replied wisely "A better question would be, what haven't you done?"

He thought for a moment. "You gotta point," I nodded "But seriously Cam,"

He looked at me intensely. "Don't. F*cking. Do. It."

I shrugged again and slumped down to the grass.

Then sighed and stared at the still vacant lot which was only "not vacant" due to some pile of art materials someone dropped off in a hurry.

Why don't people appreciate Harvest Day more? Didn't they know that--

"Summers!" Mitch snapped his fingers at me.

I looked at the dark side of everything yet again. This boy made me look at the world very differently. I mean, one woof of his eyes, the world darkens...

"Well! What do you expect me to do?" I honestly spat at him "Wait until someone else who has less of a heart than me find out about it? Mitch, you've done some pretty sh*tty things in your life but I can honestly say, this is the worst of them all."

His blank expression made me want to strangle him with his own sex history. And believe me, I don't even need to break a sweat for him to suffocate beneath that huge record.