Transfer My Heart

Introducing... Bipolar me!

Dedicated to IceyMaskarade

(A/N needs to go under serious editing... :( hope you dont mind!)

Cameron smirked.

Oh how I hate you , boy..

The guys hooted and cheered for him. Of course...mister charming would have fans already.

My mind drifted back to another time which seemed like another life now...

"I want you to know that I really like you" Cameron had said.

His friends at the back hooted and cheered for him. Zach came up to him and slapped him in the back saying "'bout time!"and Brittany came up and slapped him " I thought we had a thing!" And then hell broke lose. And I ? I giggled. I quickly muffled my giggles by slapping my mouth."oops!"

Everyone just stared at me. Brittany, who was a tirade of tears already , went queen bitch.

"I demand to know why you find this funny!!!"

" tsk tsk tsk... Be polite Brittany. Don't forget your manners. Oh I forgot, you don't have any."

She scowled .

"What a beautiful scowl! I have to get this in print!" And in a fraction of a second my phone was out , open to the camera.

Her scowl hastily faded but I got a hilarious picture of her , desperately trying to mend her scowl.

Holding back my giggles was the toughest thing I ever had to do.

Now before you go all against me... I 'll tell you - my hatred for her was not biased at all. The majesty and I had a history ranging back to when we were in diapers...

Some dimwit hooted " looks like someone's jealous"

" uh huh I'm so jealous of miss stuck up even though her guy is here declaring his eternal love for me... "

And Brittany went psychotic. She skipped up to me with a 'oh my god ! I'm ready to worship the ground you walk on !' expression which left me seriously puzzled.   So she walks up to me and literally pounces on me and me being the fragile thing that I was , falls to the ground and wail as her hand punched my stomach. I coughed out blood. I noticed Cameron and Zach already trying to to pull her off me but the bitch only dug her witch perfect nails into my shoulder. Being overridden with the horror that history was repeating itself gave me an unknown strengt-I pushed her off me... HARD. she tumbled to the ground with a satisfying cry .

I got up and walked up to her. The crowd watched in horror...I don't blame them at all... I mean , this was Rose Middle School, nothing exciting cum horrifying happened here. Even the name was plain , old school and boring.

"To tell you the truth ,I pity you!" I knew that this statement would burst her ego...what better way to start than to burst an inflated ego...

"What are you? Thirteen? Thirteen year olds don't go crazy , psychotic over a guy! You want him ? You can have him, don't consider me competition because I am NOT interested! Okay?" I said signaling to Cameron as made my self clear.

She shuffled to her feet and huffed." Glad we came to a compromise." And left.

Seriously? I didn't compromise anything...

Exactly one month later at approximately the same time, I witnessed the biggest revelation of my life that screwed up my life in the true means...

I snapped out of my flashback and back to reality.

why is River coming your way?

I was in for a lottery... River patted my shoulder in a fatherly like way( which I found weird but whatever..)

"Wow! wouldnt want to challenge you! keep it up !"

"th.." I stammered . I mentally slapped myself. Get your act together! Another mental slap.

"Thanks...River"

"Hey! Some friend you are! C'mere!" Cameron shouted.

One more reason to hate you, Cameron. One more reason

River gave me a charming smile and walked towards Cameron. 

The day went by in a flash. Some guy named Jeff won the match, guess both Cameron and River aren't macho enough... I began to see a bit of reality in my dreams about River and me. Turns out Cameron was in only 4 of my classes. I'll live.

I skipped back home. I was so frickin happy! But guess who decided to kill my mood?  Mom.

I enter my house and  mom came downstairs.

I cant believe this is happening! She usually stays cooped up in her room for the entire day. Is she recovering?

But no o o , mom decides not to spare me a glance, let alone a smile, and goes straight to the liquor cabinet and pulls out a white wine and stumbles up the stairs again...

How could she be leaning for support to the very thing that destroyed us?

Inevitable images crossed my mind. 

The pain.

The sorrow.

The loss.

The anger.

The betrayal.

I dont think I could face all that again. I dont want to relive my darkest times... the flashbacks are bad enough.

I rushed to my room , almost stumbling over the step that creaks, threw myself onto the bed and cried...

Am I bipolar today or what?