The Legend

Chapter Eight

"Really, Camilla? How could you forget about an assignment until last minute? And why does it have to be done at the school? You have a computer at home." My mother screeched, clearly trying to find the holes in my story.

Cibil didn't look up from her computer that was directly across from mine and smirked at the distress I'm face was surely showing. I couldn't help but raise my hand and give her a crude gesture. It only made her smirk harder.

"Camilla! Are you even listening to me?,"

I sighed, "Yes, mom. I'm listening. But I already told you that I tried to get into the links that my teacher gave us this morning on my computer, but I couldn't get them to pull up. I tried multiple times."

"Well maybe if you had written it down in your planner as soon as he told you about it you wouldn't have forgotten,"

I cringed, the first hole in my story. I wrote everything down in my planner.

"I don't see why you're so upset. I'm technically not breaking any of the rules. You said I could stay after school only if I had schoolwork I needed to do and that's what I'm doing,"

Cibil was biting her lip, holding back her laughter.

After I confessed to Cibil what was really going on she was hell bent on figuring out what was going on and she wasn't taking no for an answer. The downside to her plan, I was still grounded. We both knew with my mom still hovering over me that we couldn't do anything at my house and her house was too crowded. We spent hours trying to come up with a way to get my out of the house without getting caught. The only thing we could up with though was lying about a school project. Even still, mom was finding it hard to believe.

Mom sighed, defeated, "Cibil is to bring you straight home as soon as you get done, okay?,"

"Got it,"

"I mean it, as soon as you're done,"

"Alright mom,"

"I love you,"

"Love you too,"

I hung up the phone, looking back over at Cibil, "We good?," she asked.

I just nodded. The lie sitting in my stomach like acid. It's not like I had never lied to my parents before, but this felt different.

I looked back down at the book I was reading, and my eyes skimmed over the words but wasn't really reading them. We didn't even know where to start. Old newspapers sounded like the best place, but how far back do these things even go?

I jumped at the sound of Cibil slamming her book shut. I glanced out of the corner of my eye to see if the Liberian was still at her desk glaring at us. She was.

I quickly looked away in hopes that she hadn't noticed my staring. I wasn't ready to get yelled at for a third time and asked to leave.

"Nothing?," I asked Cibil.

"Not one single thing,"

I sighed, shutting my own book, "Maybe we are doing this all wrong,"

Cibil rolled her eyes across the whole room, her frown lines appearing across her forehead "We are in a library, Cam. Reading books. I don't see what we could possibly doing wrong,"

I rolled my eyes, "I mean, maybe we are using the wrong sources.,"

I shrugged my shoulders and glanced back at the computers that were sitting right in front of us.

"So, what do you want to do? Google it?"

I pursed my lips and shrugged my shoulders again, "Maybe what we are looking for wasn't recorded in the newspapers,"