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...
After the incident, I was sure Easy wanted nothing to do with my family.
We spoke some sense into Dad and he finally let Easy go after reluctantly apologizing.
After that, dad forced Easy over for dinner even though I repeatedly assured him that Easy wasn't my boyfriend.
"If that's the case, I just want to make sure the company you're with is decent," cue glare at Easy. "Is it so bad that I want to get to know my daughter's friends?"
Easy gave the same excuse he'd given my mother, so dad ended up forcing him to come in exactly two weeks when he ran out of excuses. Then he let him go after that and Easy had never looked more happier.
We were finally done with our exams and we felt so free. Hopefully, I managed to get A's or else mama Campbell would have my head.
Mr. Shrezes was also evaluating our assignments, I had already handed in mine. That's why I was nervous when he told me to stay behind after his 'lesson.'
I walked over to the desk shaking like a leaf.
He regarded me for a second with a blank stare. I held my breath.
"Miss Campbell, your project was exceptionally well done! I especially love how you had clips of groups of girls and groups of boys commenting on their views on the other and how they felt. I found it interesting how you managed to walk in the shoes of both men and female and your evaluations of both experiences were incredible. You might have leaned most arguments towards the feminine side but your depiction of males was spot on. I want your permission to show this documentary to my other students because it addressed volumes of unattended issues in the society," he said.
I was speechless. I thought the video was sloppily made, but as long as it got me an A grade, I was fine with it!
But... "I cannot give you my permission to do so."
"Why not?"
"I..."
"You want to go to the camp, don't you?"
I sighed, "Maybe."
"Camille, I wouldn't encourage you to do so. If you get caught-"
"I know, I could be taken advantage of-"
"Not only that Camille, there are so many legal penalties that can come with this," he said sternly.
"I'll be careful."
"You did it for the project, what more do you want?" He seemed exasperated.
"The experience?" I muttered pathetically. Even I didn't know the answer to that.
