Cameron's POV
7:00AM
Finally I'm home. Straight to school though. I changed into a short sleeved top and some leggings. Simple, but me. I sat on my bed staring into thin air for a while. The thoughts of everyone at school, the hate, the lies, the
rumours. I headed downstairs."Breakfast?" Questioned Mum.
I said I was fine but I knew I wasn't, but I couldn't talk to her, she'd only go off on one, and if anything that would make things, so, much, worse!
"You never skip breakfast, what's going on, come on you know you can speak to me," mum explained.
"Seriously it's nothing... I..i just want some extra fresh air before school and I won't have time If I have breakfast," i said, I wasn't in the mood to eat.
I walked out the house, forgetting to say goodbye, it was the last thing on my mind right now.
On my way I took a quick detour to a tunnel in the middle of the woods, it's quiet there, I can think. I don't know why I went really, but soon I left and headed to school, once I arrived If was quiet, too quiet. I instantly knew there was going to be trouble. I took a deep breath and walked towards my first class. Nothing happened...somethings wrong.
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Unloved
Ficção AdolescenteEveryone judging each other, or just coming together to judge one person. Me. Cameron, the one who's never done anything to anyone, the one who was Unloved