The Trip (Cameron Dallas Fan Fiction)

2:14

This is the story of me and how my life changed because of Cameron Dallas.

FP pov

"Morning mom" i say as i walk into the kitchen.

"Hey hunny, did you sleep well?" She asks me this everyday because for the past few months at exactly 2:14 i wake up screaming bloody murder. She heard me the first few times but i guess she got used to it because she doesn't hear me anymore.

"It was good" I lie. I hate worrying her. My sister went missing two years ago and was found behind my high school by some random sophomores 8 months ago. She was found at 2:14.

My dreams are mostly about what happened to her or how i could have helped her. I don't tell my mom about these things because then she will send me back to therapy. And trust me, that is a place you don't want to go back to.

The first time i was sent was because they thought i was hurting myself because my sister was missing or something like that. That was not the reason. I started feeling depressed way before my sister was gone, she even knew about it and helped me through a lot of it.

One regular Wednesday I went to school thinking only about my stupid math test. It ended as a battle between me and the rest of my friend group. They all thought i was the reason for Dylan my best friend Amy's boyfriend to break up with her. They said i was a slut and tried to get attention on myself all the time. Which this was completely not true because i am actually really shy and they were the ones to push me out of my comfort zone.

Then a few weeks ago I was able to get myself enough money to buy an iPhone. I found this app called Vine and started to look through it more. It was pretty cool. Most of the vines were all the same except the ones that i usually liked the most were the ones with the "magcon" guys as i think they are called.

They were easy to watch when i was feeling down. It took my mind off of everything else. My favorite was Cameron.

I guess I could tell you a little bit more about myself other than everything sad.

My name is Jorie Night. Jor for short. I'm pretty skinny for an average 17 year old. I can't help it. It's not like I choose to, but most of my "old" friends think I don't eat a thing and am completely fake. Which is why I emphasize OLD!

I have medium to long blonde hair and brown eyes. I have always hated how my eyes look with my hair color but I can't afford to dye my hair professionally and I don't trust myself on my own out of the box.

I actually really enjoy wearing nice clothes, but once again I never have the extra money for it. I work at a local nursing home because I plan on doing something around that field of work.

I used to never get along with my mom until my sister went missing. My dad left before I was born so it has always been just my mom and us two. Now it's just my mom and I.

I'm pretty short. Around 5'3''. It's easy to lay low around school so I like it. But when I need the height, like trying to reach a bowl on the top shelf, now that's a struggle.

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