The Unexpected Saviour (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 1

"Allison, it's time to wake up!" I hear my mum yell from downstairs. I reach over for my phone on my bed side table. 

"No mum, i'm ill" I lied, just like every morning.

She knows i'm lying because i make an excuse every day. She comes into my room and sits on the end of my bed. 

"C'mon, maybe today will be better" she says encouragingly. 

"No mum, it won't!" I mumble from under my duvet. 

"You'll never know unless you try darling. Maybe you'll meet a new friend. Maybe today is the day things will get better. What have i told you about giving up" She tells me this every morning, still knowing it will never happen. 

"Everyone hates me. I won't make any friends" She sighs almost as if she has given up on me too. 

"No, i'm sure you will, you'll be fine. Now hurry up and get ready please Allison." She says walking over to my balcony, pulling the curtains open, letting some light in. I groan and wait for her to leave. Every day is the same for me, i wake up, have a horrible day at school, and come home. Nothing interesting ever happens, and never will. I'll always just be boring Allison Peters, 17 year old teenage looser.

I slowly get ready, throwing on whatever i can find in my wardrobe, thats already falling to pieces. Once i'm ready I manage to get my lifeless body down the stairs. I'm already counting down how long it is until the day ends. I go over to the fridge and pour myself a glass of milk and some cereals, delaying each action to waste time. My anxiety builds up as each moment passes, as it's a moment closer to having to get on the bus to go to school. I finish my breakfast, 3 minutes until the bus arrives. 

"Allison, the bus is here" my mum calls, breaking my thoughts and desperation. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the bus.

I watch my feet hit the pavement with each step i take. The bus doors slowly screech open and i step on and find a empty seat located as near to the front as possible. I can hear someone laughing behind me, i try to ignore it. Another person throws a crumpled paper ball at me. I just pick it up and wedge it in the crack between the seats. I wish it was just as easy to pick myself up and wedge myself in between two seats. I see people outside, walking and talking to their friends. They all look so happy. Meanwhile i sit alone on this stupid bus, worrying. For the rest of the drive i count the amount of laughs and giggles i hear directed at me. 21, 22, 23. 

Before i know it, the bus ride ends and i barely notice the giggling anymore. I have other worries on my mind.

I walk straight in the school doors, trying not to attract any attention to myself. I walk straight to my first lesson, English. I walk through the halls with my head down trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. I count each step i take. 34, 35, 36. 

Someone runs past and barges me into a locker. My weightless, empty body slowly drops to the ground, my rib hits the padlock on the way down, causing me some pain. It doesn't feel too bad, but that's only because I feel a pain stronger than that every day. I see a tall figure walk towards me. I start to back away, closer to the locker. I flinch as i think their going to hurt me. They reach their hand out. I don't look up, but it's a boy i think. I feel him pull me up. He pulls me off the ground and brushes off my shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He says with a smile.

"Yeah, it happens all the time, i'm used to it. Don't worry. Thanks though" I mutter, still not making eye contact. I'm still in shock that some actually helped me.

He tilts his head. "I've got to run, i'll see you around."

I wish i had seen his face. I have no idea what he looks like.

I make it to English in one piece. Mr S smiles at me as i walk through the door and head to my seat, which is at the back of the classroom. I chose to sit at the back so that no body can turn around and look at me. Mr S has a strict rule on people turning around as he says it makes people feel intimidated. He's kind of correct. I wouldn't use the work intimidate though. I get out my book and equipment and lay it down on my desk, ready for the lesson. Mr S addresses the class.

"Class, today we have a new student. He is originally from Long Beach but has recently moved to Chino Hills. His name is Cameron. Take a seat Cameron, wherever you like."

I glance up from my desk to see the boy walking over to the empty seat besides me. Since it's English, it's two people to a table. I think to myself. "No please, please don't sit next to me. Not unless you want to humiliate yourself on your first day." I look at him with pleading eyes, trying to telepathically tell him not to sit there.