She was on a questionable mission.
He was somehow collateral damage.
Meet Camille Campbell, A topsy turvy knockout, with a heart of gold and the stubborn will of a mule. When she feels the world needs a reminder of how relevant girl power still is...
"I bet it's called 'almond milk' because no one can say 'nut juice' with a straight face."
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After a week, the Easy Craze had finally died down but I was now more sure than ever that Noah had man crush on him. Especially after they'd won the game 3-2 against Spring Vale for the first time. I think Noah was personally more satisfied that he pulled an impressive trick step Easy taught him on his arch nemesis, Tristan.
Yeah, Tristan...
But Pey managed to make Noah swear on an oath to never mention Easy while I was around. In which, I was very great full because I already had had an encounter with him in the school's hallway.
Those were admittedly the most painful five seconds of my life as I passed him, fighting to keep my gaze off of him but I felt his nonchalant stare on me.
Anywho, enough about him.
Today, I was with Stella at the mall. She would be helping me out with my new identity.
I would have asked Peyton but she couldn't lie for the life of her. Stella was the best at hiding everything and anything. She was the type of friend that would help you hide your ex boyfriend's body and act like nothing happened.
Not that she would—eh, maybe.
"For the camp, we may have to cut your hair," Stella said as I tried to adjust the phone on the selfie stick. Its camera was already on record, so I'm pretty sure that it managed to capture my shocked facial expression at the disgusting idea.
"Be that as it may, mixed hair takes ages to grow and I don't think I can pull of such a look," I stuck my tongue out at her.
"So,wig?"
Varied scenarios of the wig somehow falling off despite the wig glue, flooded my mind. I cringed.
"I'll think about it. Besides, I probably won't go to the Camp since it's over summer break. I would have handed in my assignment by then."
"So you're just doing this for the pre-camp meetings and conventions only." She said with a deadpan.
"Well, that looks like the plan at the moment."
"You're no fun," she laughed. "500 dollars for that."
I bumped my hip into hers and I turned to face the camera. "Hello, I'm Camille Campbell. Welcome to my video documentary on minorities. It's no secret that the 21st century has made great feats in the efforts of eliminating women suffrage but the line between men and women is still defined. I hope through watching and I making this documentary, we will both have a better understanding of what it entails being male or female, their views on each other and whether or not they are justified. We will reach our own conclusions but I will share mine with you. Sit back, relax and and learn from the show." I ended the video on that note.
