[TRIGGER WARNING - EATING DISORDER DISCUSSED - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]
Sturdy fingers turned the dial to the correct numbers three times - 16, 2 and 11 - while the brunette owner hummed along to the soft melody of Taylor Swift's single, Mine.
The metal groaned in protest as Camden yanked it open, on the first try in a long time might she add, and quickly shoved her front against her open locker to block the avalanche of study materials from tumbling to the linoleum floor.
"Oh, not again," she groans, wincing as the locker door bangs against her cast-covered arm.
In just the past hour alone, she had managed to hit the bulky plaster against every doorway, car and person she's encountered.
She's been trying to account for the additional weight on her right arm when adjusting the swing of her arms as she moves around. However, she keeps overshooting it and causing more harm to her injury despite the vibrant plaster put there as a reminder for her brain to be mindful.
Using her left arm, the Sawyer girl hastily shoves at the books and papers until they're jammed back into the rectangular, metal box. She bends down and lifts the few sheets of papers that had managed to fall in a whirlwind of white.
They were mostly graded practice tests with suggested improvements she should make before the end of year exams. There was also a flyer for Washington State University given to her from the school guidance counsellor, Ms Tracey.
It was mandatory for seniors to schedule a minimum of three sessions with her to discuss future plans after graduation and extra measures some students - including Camden - would need to take in order to graduate with a scholarship.
In Camden's case, she'd need to either join an after school club like the year book committee or wood shop for her to be able to apply for a graduate consideration. However, considering Camden's lack of a steady hand, Ms Tracey had suggested applying for the TA position with Coach Clapp for the seniors and freshman during her study periods.
A semester worth of being a TA would been Camden would not only pass the half-tuition scholarship application, but she could be considered for a full-ride for the entire four-years.
Each year, only four students are offered a full-tuition scholarship and if Camden applied for the TA position, she could have a lead in scoring one of those seats.
Camden claws at the papers with both hands, wincing at the strain the movement causes beneath the green cast.
Straightening up with a click in her knees, she shoves the stack of papers on top of the pile of books and binders. Bracing the top half of the leaning stack with her left hand, the brunette wiggles her geometry textbook from the middle and replaces it quickly with her psychology one.
She made a mental self promise to clean it out within the next week to avoid another explosion of paper and plastic.
A hand grasps the back of her raincoat and tugs her backwards, erupting a surprised grunt from Camden as she's spun around to face her cousin as the locker slams shut beside her.
"What the hell, Joan?" Camden asks, her voice in a low whisper.
"What the fuck is this?!" Joan hisses in response, holding up a crumpled piece of blue paper in her face, ignoring Camden's previous question.
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SHARED GLANCES, jasper hale
FanficSHARED GLANCES. ❝ Camden Sawyer is an average sleep-deprived teenager of Forks, Washington who has a mild coffee addiction. Camden was known for her hatred towards violence but her inability to ignore an individual in distress often overpowered tha...
