Gravity (Camren)

The Beginning

Camila's POV

"Karla! Apurarse! Hurry! You don't want to be late for your first day!" my mother yelled from downstairs. Today is my first day at my new school. I just moved from Reno to Carson City. It's going to be tough considering it's October and school started two months ago. Just thinking about it makes my stomach twist.

I left Reno just a few days ago. I was never the kind of girl to instantly gain many new friends in a heartbeat. I'm awkward, I'm shy, I'm isolated. Girls always made fun of me for it. There was physical, mental, and emotional abuse that I could not endure anymore.

"Buenos dias, mami." I kissed my mom on the cheek and sat down next to my sister. She was playing with her Lucky Charms. She looked so innocent and happy. If only she knew what the future holds. She tells me all the time that she's so ready to be a teenager and have freedom. I wish she understood that it's not always as beautiful as it seems.

I ate my cereal and walked down to the bus stop. I didn't want to draw attention to myself so I just wore a hoodie and jeans. The bus came at 8:04 am.

About ten minutes later, the bus pulled into the driveway of a huge brick building. In concrete letters, the front of the building read Carson City Central High School. My heart immediately sunk.

I walked through the double doors and into the first office. I was greeted by a nice lady by the name of Mrs. Wendy. She said she didn't like when people called her by her last name because they always pronounced it wrong. I told her I understood because my last name is pronounced CabeYo but people always pronounced it CabeLOW. She told me to sit for a minute and she'd be back. I plopped down in the old puffy chair in front of the desk. Mrs. Wendy was nice. She was funny and considerate. I didn't have to wait long when Mrs. Wendy walked in again. She was accompanied by a girl with long, golden brown hair. She was short, about 5'2 or less.

"Hi! I'm Ally! I'm a senior here!" She said in a cheerful squeaky voice. No way she was a senior. She looked younger than me!

"I'm Camila. I'm a sophomore. Nice to meet you!" I smiled the best that I could to hide my nervousness. Ally offered to take my stuff for me and I told her I could handle it.

She toured me around the school. Everyone was already in class. Ally was super sweet. She was the kind of sweet that you don't forget about. The kind that makes you smile with every memory you have of them.

"Aaaaand that's a wrap! Thank you for touring with Ally Hernandez Tour Specialists. Tips are accessable by cash, check, debit, or credit." I let out a giggle.

"Thanks again, Ally. One more question, where's room 204A?"

"That's on the second floor. I'll take you there! That's Mrs. Livingston's room. She's one of the sweetest ladies I know. You'll love her!"

We got to the room and I thanked Ally for the last time. I took a deep breath and walked in the door. The class was huge. There was only one desk that was empty in the middle of the room. Who I assumed to be Mrs. Livingston was standing in the front of the room. She was in her mid-50s with a lilac blouse and round glasses. She smiled with blinding white teeth.

"You must be Camila! Welcome to Carson City Central! Please, take a seat wherever you'd like."

Considering there was only one open seat in the room, I sat down. The girl next to me was wearing a Mumford & Sons t-shirt and black leggings.

"I like your shirt," I whispered so Mrs. Livingston wouldn't hear.

She didn't say thank you, she just kind of halfway smiled. Mrs. Livingston sat down at her desk and said "Okay class. Free time for the rest of class. I have to catch up on some stuff.