Bonded

Chapter 5.)

Camilla's POV

I quickly ran down the hallway with my head hanging as low is it could go. I felt like some sort of bull, just less angry. I clutched onto my thick binder and my perfectly organized pencil case and took a sharp right, barely avoiding ramming into some boy who just stared back at me mad. I just kept running until I knew I was getting close to the auditorium. I slowed down and looked around. Almost no one was around. I sheepishly went into the auditorium a walked down to the front row. I sat down in the middle seat and placed my binder perfectly on my lap. There wasn't any teacher in here, so I patiently waited with my hands folded ontop of my binder and pencil case. After about 2 or 3 minutes, I heard the doors open. I looked back and saw a smallish girl with medium length hair that was brownish-black. She immidetiately saw me and began walking down the aisle as the door shut behind her. She stopped a couple of rows behind me, looked at me confused, then went into the row she was at and sat down in a seat near the end.

"Hello" I called out to her, trying to make sure she could hear me.

I guess she didn't hear me. She just put her books under her chair and took out some sort of headband from the plastic bag she brought with her. It looked like it had her gym clothes in it.

"Hello" I said again, louder. This time she looked up at me.

"Oh, hi!" she said surprised.

"What's your name?" I asked sort of casually.

"Melissa" she said smiling. "What's yours?"

"Camilla. Camilla Parker." I said confidently.

"Oh, you're that Camilla girl? The one with all those awards in the trophy case across from the office?" she asked. Clearly she's new. Then it hit me.

"Yup. Wait, so are you that new girl? How do you like it here?" I asked.

"Yeah that's me. It's pretty cool here, I guess. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? I mean, no offense but, if you have all those awards with your name carved in them then I'd expect you to be the goody type. What caused you to end up here?" she asked. I could feel my face burning up.

"The drama teacher doesn't particularly enjoy my presence in class. She says that I'm too quiet and too shy. Therefore, she made me join this club." I said embarressed. 

"No offense, but this isn't really a club" Melissa said looking around the still-empty room.

"Well technically speaking, the definition of a club is a group of people who meet to participate in an activity. Even though there's only two of us, that still makes us a group" I said.

"I guess so. Hey, speaking of which, where's the teacher?" Melissa asked.