Do You Trust Me?

Chapter Five

NOT PROOFREAD

Camila

If you could have stopped yourself from falling in love with someone, would you?

Walking up to our apartment complex I thought over everything I had to do once I was finally in my room. School here being a little ahead than back in Miami left me to do so much to try and catch up. Not to mention my grades barely got me into the advanced classes. When I attended my first class I understood why as I felt completely lost as I tried to desperately scribble some notes. I was thankful the school building was just one big one and the classes were all near each other. I didn't want to look even more lost than I was.

Extending my polo shirt out I looked over my new uniform. The teal colored shirt with yellow accents fitting me a little baggier than I expected. Having gone down a few sizes in my clothes everything was fitting bigger. My mother giving comments about how it can't be healthy how thin I'm getting, telling me I need to eat more.

But I didn't feel like eating anything. I was never hungry. I only ever ate when I would remember to and even then I couldn't stomach too much. This morning only filling up on some toast with butter. The looks from my parents sent me off feeling like I was a huge concern.

I just wasn't hungry and I've gotten thinner. What of it?

Finally getting to our front door I pulled out my key to open the gate door before just opening the one behind it, "I'm home." I mumbled tiredly as I looked over our little apartment. The walkway from the front door was narrow and right down it was the way into the small kitchen area.

"How was school?" I was surprised to hear the voice of my mother coming from the kitchen as I walked by. Glancing over I saw her standing in front the stove looking over a kettle, "Want some chamomile tea?"

She'd been looking for ways to help me with my anxiety, most of them being natural remedies. The first one was exercising and that didn't turn out well when I tripped over my on feet trying to jog with her. Tea was the second thing, so far it was okay. It was settling to sit and drink something warm. "It was okay." I shrugged while walking over to the small round dining table and let my backpack rest against the leg of it, "Everyone's just getting ready for college."

"Have you looked into anymore schools, Mija?" My mom asked me as she came up with a white mug, "I know you were okay with just going to Miami U, but maybe you'll find others you'll like." She told me before walking back to get her own cup of tea.

"In America?" I asked her as I thought over the possibility of going back to Miami.

She wouldn't be there, Camila.

"If that's what you want, yes," my mother told me as she walked on back with little packets of sugar and a bottle of honey.

No one would be there anymore.

"You could even go to one the universities here if you want-oh maybe there's even aboard programs to Europe."

The thought of leaving my family and living on my own made me want to curl up in my bed. It was terrifying to think about. I couldn't imagine living without them. Being on my own. Completely on my own. I try to think about Harry in his first year of college, he'd always tell me about how different it was when he'd visit. Saying that while it was scary at first, it was pretty great. He learned a lot about himself and while he loved our family, he couldn't imagine living with mom and dad again.

I couldn't even think about what I'd like about it. I don't think I could be on my own like that.

"Do you miss cheerleading?"