Chapter 2

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"Hey, Camille what do you want for breakfast?" Uggghh Reagan. She was almost 18, Camille could take care of herself now! But who could pass up French toast!?
"Can you pretty please make some French toast, brother?" Camille fluttered her eyelashes.
"I was going you were gonna say pancakes but okay" Reagan started mixing up the eggs, milk and cinnamon when suddenly the whole house shook. It sounded like thunder. The chair that Camille was sitting in toppled over and Camille snaked her head on the corner of the table. The French toast mix that Reagan was making fell off the counter and spilt down the front of his pants. He cursed.
Camille felt a warm liquid running down the front of her face causing her red hair to stick to her face. She touched her hand to her face. She was bleeding bad.
"Reagan help.. I'm bleeding" she said weekly. Camille tried to get up and walk but dizziness overcame her. She payed down and every thing went black.
Camille woke up in the back of Reagan's car with a thick layer of gauze wrapped around her head.
"I was going to take you to the hospital, but it's closed we are going back home." Reagan said from the front of the car.
"Thehospitalsclofed?" Camille slurred.
"Never mind I'm taking you to my friend Adam's house, his wife is a doctor." Reagan took a sharp U-Turn, causing Camille's dizziness to worsen."
Camille felt strong hands pick her up and look up to her the light brown hair and green eyes of her brother. That was the thing about Camille's family, they all had their signature green eyes, an light brown hair, except for Camille of course who was "blessed" with a thick mop of bright red hair. She had been teased about being a ginger her whole life. Camille was the only red head in Kinders, aside from Mr.Martins the fat old history teacher from 7th grade.

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