We strolled into class and scanned the room- our annual routine. Massey Greene, the stuck up student council president, smirked at me from her seat in the front row. A few jocks were in the back of the room throwing the football to each other. I continued to scan the rest of the classroom when all of a sudden, a football hit me in the middle of my forehead. I fell to the ground with a THUD and blacked out. When I woke up, apparently two minutes later, a sandy brown- haired figure stood over me. I picked up my prescription Ray Bans and realized who it was. "Ryder?" I whispered. "Oh God! I'm so sorry Cameron!" He looked insanely worried. I smiled at his concern. "Please call me Cammie." He beamed at me, playing with my hair. It felt as if time stood still. Then, the first period bell rang, snapping me back into reality. Mrs. Brear walked in and froze. What was wrong with her? "Cameron, Ryder, can you please find your seats?" Ryder mumbled something under his breath as he pulled me up to my feet. "Thanks," I said, sliding into the seat next to him. For the next hour, we took turns staring at each other.
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Witnessing A Miracle
أدب المراهقينCameron Ford Wasn't Your Typical Nerd Girl, She Was Hot and Every Girl's Dream Wanted Her. Now That She's A Junior, She Decides To Be Remembered. But How Far Will She Go To Be Known?
