monday nights
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PART ONE OF CHAPTER ONE
Camryn was never one for those s---ty, cliché teenage girl shows. Vampire Diaries or Never Have I Ever? Anything like that, she couldn’t stand watching. Too cringe, too cliché. At least for her. Camryn preferred anime out of anything, especially shows such as Attack on Titan or Demon Slayer, but Marvel and related shows weren’t bad.
Mostly, she watched all of her shows on her phone, due to the fact that her younger brother was constantly using the family television for various things, typically video games such as Genshin Impact and Breath of the Wild. Camryn had to admit - out of any video game, those two were splendid choices. Both open world games, which were her favorite, even if she rarely spent her time on video games.
Camryn’s favorite show to spend her time watching was in fact, Attack on Titan, although she avoided watching it around her mother, because she knew that her mother didn’t prefer her to watch anything graphic. Due to her trusty airpods, the sixteen-year-old girl could watch as much AOT as she wanted, without. But if you asked her, she’d suggest against it; of course, she was fully aware that it was a bit morally grey to ignore your mother’s wishes, so she doesn’t condone others dwelling in this behavior, although she does it herself, just like she sneaks bottles of chocolate frosting into her room to snack on in the middle of the night when she knows she’s not supposed to.
As you can tell, Camryn’s not the most lawfully good person. More leaning towards… neutral or chaotic good. Yes, that sounds right. But she gets through everything well. School could be better. At the moment, Camryn was in a bit of a panic. She was in her bedroom, which she shared with her older sister, Renee. Plopped down on her plain, navy blue blanket littered with frosting stains, Camryn mulled over what she was going to do for school. It was Friday, and the previous morning during her Algebra Two class, her professor, Mr. Allen informed the students that there would be a practice test today, and in two weeks, final exams for the year would begin.
Algebra was never Camryn’s strong suit, but then again, studying was always on the difficult side for her. She tried her best, but it never seemed to go her way. Her mind was naturally prone to wandering around, and away from the original task at hand, and it was oddly difficult to keep it from heading astray.
“Camryn Brianna Hale, Get your ass down here to the kitchen and eat something quick, you’re going to be late for school!” A familiar voice rang out from below Camryn. Her mother, Estelle Hale. The one that ran everything in the house- but Camryn knew for a fact that keeping her children on time for school was the most difficult part of her life besides financial struggles, because both Camryn and her brother Ashton were fairly lazy. Actually, Camryn functions very well once she’s had her caffeine, but she has to buy it herself from a coffee shop when she has the time. She’s spoken with her mother about buying a Keurig many times, but it’s never gotten through. -
PART TWO OF CHAPTER ONE
Quickly, Camryn slid off her old comforter and shoved her petite feet into a pair of grey socks and worn-out ruby red Converse high-tops. The girl snatched her rather heavy backpack from the now weakened hook that clung to her black bedroom wall and glanced in the mirror briefly before exiting her room. An oversized black sweater with the My Hero Academia’s Class 1-A symbol printed on the front in bright yellow. Skinny, dark grey jeans with a few small rips here and there, and her signature Converse. Camryn had never cared all too much about her appearance - really, what was the point in it? Looking nice for others? No thanks, her life didn’t revolve around what other people thought of her. She just wore what was comfortable, and that was all she needed.
Camryn lived in a fairly cramped apartment, due to the fact that her mother only worked two part-time jobs, one at a Shell Gas Station and the other at a dive bar called Dive, which was located nearly thirty stories underground. Renee, who was currently studying various performing arts at the University of Manchester, was helping out a bit by giving some of her work money to her mother, but the family could still have a better living situation.
The stairs groaned whenever someone stepped even lightly on them, but everyone’s gotten used to it. Camryn hopped swiftly down the steep stairwell and into the kitchen, where her mother was awaiting her with a plate of messily-made fried eggs with quite a lot of pepper, just as her mother always made it. A half-hearted smile slipped onto Camryn’s lips; she didn't hate the eggs from her mother, but she didn’t enjoy them all too much. Camryn snatched the plate gently and sat down at the table table before hearing a knock at the door. She smiled.
Hazel.
Hazel Lilian Rivers was Camryn’s good friend, and some would even call them best friends? Does Camryn use that term? No, because things like that tended to scare her. ‘Best Friends’ sounded like some huge commitment, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to sign the contract. But she sincerely did love being in Hazel’s company, and they got along very well, if you ignored their occasional bickering over minor things, like snacks, or which t.v. show they were going to watch on Friday nights.
Ashton ended up racing to the door before Camryn could even get up from her seat, and Hazel energetically skipped inside, heading straight for Camryn with her typical gentle smile that was plastered in her thin lips, dark lips.
“Lipstick today, eh?” Camryn asked, noticing the darker, leaning-towards-plum shading on her friend’s lips.
“Yep, I wanted to try something new, do you like it?” Hazel responded, twirling in her short and flowing white dress, her dark brown hair cautiously tied into a top knot.
“I love it,” Camryn said, her smile slowly but surely growing. -
PART THREE OF CHAPTER ONE
“Thanks! Now come on, we have to get to school. We have a test today~” Hazel exclaimed in a sing-songy voice. The young girl tugged on Camryn’s pale wrist, bringing her out of her seat by the dining table and towards the front door of the apartment.
“Wait, Hezzie, slow down!” Camryn said, suppressing a giggle as she almost tripped when being dragged out of the front door, clinging onto Hazel and her backpack for dear life.
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School was… as it usually was. Plenty of students running to and fro through the bustling corridors, most of them striving to reach their classes in time to avoid detention. Other students were more lax and searched slowly through their lockers, taking all the time they’d been given, savoring the time they had outside of their dreaded classrooms. Some of the students were selling snacks (school-illegally, of course), and others were purchasing them. Pop Tarts were especially popular at Camryn’s high school, and her stomach was growling in desperate hunger. She tried to remember the last time she ate - what was it - maybe fifteen hours ago? She only took about a bite or two of the egg that morning, and she was asleep before that… so it was definitely a while back.
Before Camryn realized what she was doing, her cramped feet were guiding her towards the young, curly-haired kid selling toasted Pop Tarts for two pounds each.
“Hey - Can I have a strawberry, please?” Camryn slurred, her brain growing more and more tired from her classes by the second.
“I’m sorry, I uh, can’t tell what you’re saying… Can you speak clearer, please?” The boy asked, furrowing his dark eyebrows.
“Oh, sorry,” Camryn replied, suddenly feeling rather embarrassed, Clearing her throat gently, she tried again. “Can I have a strawberry one, please?”
“For sure,” the boy said to her, reaching down behind in his backpack, where he stored the Pop Tarts, and pulling out a semi-freshly-toasted Pop Tart with strawberry filling peeking through the dotted holes on top. Camryn paid the boy with a genuine smile, mostly just grateful for the food, and skidded away quietly, making her way to her locker, which was, conveniently, located next to Hazel’s.
“Haha, I got a Poptart,” she said teasingly as she poked Hazel in an attempt to gain her attention.
“Not fair!” Hazel exclaimed. “Where’d you get it? Can I have one??”
“I bought it for two pounds from this kid that was selling them, he’s over there. You can go get one if you’d like,” said Camryn, pointing discreetly to the boy in the corridor’s corner. -
ENDING OF CHAPTER ONE
“But… I’m kinda broke-”
“Well s---- fine, Hezzie, you can have half of my Pop Tart, alright?”
“Eee thank you so much, Cammie! You’re the best friend everr.”
“Jeez, you don’t have to say that,” Camryn said, biting her lip softly and glancing down at her feet.
“Hell yes I do - You really are a good friend, Cam.”
“Aw, thanks…”
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“Hm… ooh, I got a ninety-two on my practise test!” Hazel exclaimed while brushing a thick strand of her warm, dark brown hair out of her muted hazel eyes. Her smile glowed. She glowed, practically. Hazel was one of the warmest rays of sunshine that Camryn knew, and the girl’s smiles were truly golden. Everybody at school loved Hazel. But never in the ‘popular girl’ way… more like a ‘she’s so f---ing precious and loveable’ way.
Camryn smiled instinctively, glad that her dear friend had received such a high score on the assignment, even if she was dreading her own results.
“I bet you’ll have done stunning on the test,” Hazel reassured.
Probably not.
“After all, you’re a very smart person.”
Doubtful.
“Hey look! I found your name in the sheet. Camryn Brianna Hale. You got…”
Here we go.
“...A 90!”
Silence.
Well bloody hell.
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