unhappy endings.

Chapter 4.

Camilla:

Ughh that rude boy! Ever since he so rudely told Becky that he "hopes to never talk to her again " I couldn't stop thinking of ways to strangle him. If you think I'm over reacting you're so right. It's just that I hate when someone disrespects my best friend. Moving on with my day...

After school I chose to walk home since I took the bus this morning. My car has been giving me problems and Mr Kenny said I'll only get it fixed when he gets a new worker and maybe I'll get it fixed for a cheaper price. Mr Kenny has had the biggest crush on my mom -which I think is utterly gross. Ever since we moved here a few years back , he wouldn't stop flirting with her. How gross is that?

Anyways... on my way back a guy in a black jeep sped past me and literally wet me. Yes wet me! Did he just-?
Did someone really throw me with - juice?! Oh my. Can my day get any worse?

You know what it probably can. Frustrated ,I continued my walked back home. Too add to my luck, I fell over a rock. Who puts this things here? You know what? Probably nobody. I'm just as clumsy as the next person.  Great. Just great .  And if you haven't yet noticed... I'm quite badluck from time to time. But that only happens when I'm in a foul mood. Strange I know. Maybe me being mad attracts weird events? Yeah highly unlikely.

After 10 minutes I arrived home. It was empty as usual . My mom works at a bar from 6- I have no idea and during the day she works at a convenient store a couple blocks away.

I immediately took a brief shower to get rid off all the badluck voodoo I seem to have cone across. After showering, I take out some comfortable night clothes then, prepared a small dinner. While preparing I put away some of it for my mom. This has become a routine. Me packing her lunch or dinner since she doesn't have time.

I kinda pity my mom. She works two jobs , barely sleeps and living with all her troubles. Though we both work she still feels the need to overwork herself. The worst part isn't the working part but rather that she's been seeing a psychiatrist for whatever it is... she won't tell me. Though I have a pretty good idea why.

I work at a diner a few blocks away. It's within a walking distance. Every night from 5pm till 10pm. Though I got today off because I have too much assignments to finish up and my great boss,Mrs Pine, understands completely. I only work because I feel bad that my mom does everything, so this is me contributing. I try and help out but she doesn't like it as much. I can tell she appreciates it by the small smile she has whenever I give her my weekly pay. Though, I know she just leaves it in her savings account, I feel better knowing that I'm helping in some way.

After preparing dinner I finally eat. I've been an exceptional cook... well thanks to my mom. She taught me how to cook and is the reason why I never burnt down the house. After the small dinner I move to my room to take out all the books I'll need for the night , and let me just say ; this is going to be one hell of a long night. I took a quick shower - so I can feel refreshed- , and dressed as fast as I possibly could .I'm suprised they haven't called me to play the role of the flash.

Seven hours later and I'm almost done. I've done all my work except English. Even though most of the work isn't due in a few days, some for weeks, I still want to finish it as fast as I can. That means I have more time to make extra cash and save up for University.

Unlike most kids, I applied to most Universities in Africa. Such as UP ,UNISA , USB and UCT. They are the best for the field I want to study in. All are situated in the south side of Africa.

At 2am I'm finally in bed and ready to sleep... well attempt to.
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"You better stay away you Bitch! I will fucking kill you if I ever see you again. I'll kill everyone you ever loved."

"Nooo! You stay away. I hate you! Look what you done to mom! You killed her! I hope you die
You're gonna rote in hell you sick fuck!"

" baby?! BABY!!"

I shoot up from bed to find my mom next to me.

"Mom."  I say breathlessly .

" oh honey. Are you okay? You were screaming when I kissed you goodnight. Oh my,  I was so worried. You didn't want to wake up."

"I'm okay mom. Just a bad dream that's all. I'm sorry I scared you. Please go to bed mom. It's late.. well early but yeah." I say trying to get her to bed. I can't worry her any more than I know she is .

"Right. I love you sweety. Sleep well ,okay? And please do tell me when you have another bad dream? You have me worried. "

" I love you too. Thanks. And yes. I will let you know. Don't worry though, it doesn't happen often. You have nothing to worry about. Now go to bed. You had a... long day.  " I smile trying to reassure her.

With that my mom left my room and I unsurprisingly had a sleepless few hours.