The Chosen One (Camren)

12. "I'll Kill You."

Camila's POV

Have you thought of the future?

Your future? What you will be? When will your life will be in sync with your body?

A pilot? A doctor? A famous person? Or even the first person to land in the moon?

I have, I always wanted to be a writer. Someone that travels and writes and dream of making her family happy. To have a healthy life, where I don't have to fear the day I will die and not regret a thing when I see my life drive past me.

I thought of a lot more than a future, I'll say close to when will I have kids, but all that, all this, is just one big wistful bubble.

I am not one of the lucky ones, my future has already been written, to the point that I know I will not even have a child because I am destined to die and if I did have one, I know damn well I won't be there to raise him or her.

I, Camila Cabello, the Slayer, will end up dead before I might even reach 20.

While others thought of their future, I also thought of how I will die.

I mean being the slayer and all, will I die in the hands of a vampire? Because, come on, let's be real for a second, I know for sure I won't die from old age.

What about a zombie? I heard Ian say they are real. That would be cool.

"A lot of educators tell students, 'Think of your principal as your pal.'" Principal Merriman mummers, rubbing his stomach, I blink repeatedly and looked around my surroundings, we are currently in Mr. Sandler's old Office. I am still bummed he was eaten by hyenas that disappeared into thin air. He was my favorite here. Granted, I didn't see him much, but he gave me a chance to prove to myself when everyone around me just smiled sadly at me, he gave me a future to look forward to. I got in touch with his wife and asked if we could meet up and know each other in some basis but sadly she is getting ready to move  back to Miami, but she saved me a room if I ever decided to visit, saying that her husband spoke of me a lot.

I shake my head and blink again before looking up to see the cold-hearted Principal that he left behind. It's nothing new, he has always had a frown or scrawl on his tanned skin, mostly both. The only time he has a smile, is when someone gets in trouble, but for a while he has been pinning over me. Like right now, as he lectures a girl sitting on the other black leather chair as I occupy the one next to her.

The nameless girl had short black hair, pale skin with black lipstick and eyeliner that goes with her white cut off shirt and a short black skirt the reaches mid-thigh as she chews on her bubblegum looking back at the Principal with absolute bored look anyone has ever looked at someone.

I bit my lower lip and look down at my own cloths, I had on a tight blue ripped jean that hugged my curves, with a black crop top shirt, a black jacket and a black ankle boot. My hair is naturally down and just a peck of my favorite Dior hot and cold gloss. I couldn't bring myself to do something knowing parents meeting is close; prom is close and of course I'll be slaying something tonight.

I was taken away from my thoughts when I heard the Principal letting out a grunt before telling us what we are here for. My nervous were wild and my heart is having a marathon of it's own while my mind creates unnecessary scenarios of me being kicked out and shipped somewhere unknown.

I let out a low sigh knowing that whatever I am here for will be used against me in parent's meetings to which, has my heart having a Sala dance of it's own, unlike the girl beside me who was just blinking and yawning every minute or so.