The Cold Truth (Camren)

The "Normal"

My alarm went off, signaling that I survived another night. I got up and went to my bathroom like every morning. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, then grabbed the waistband of my Nike shorts and lowered them. I did the same with my undergarments. Once I did that, I turned the shower on and stepped in.

When the first drop came down on me, I forgot everything. I just let the warm water soak my
cold body.

After my shower I stepped out and grabbed two towels one for my hair, and the other for my body. I look at my self in front of the mirror and take a deep breath. Then I walk on back to my room. I then proceeded to pick out my uniform, today I chose khaki shorts that came down to my mid thigh. I decided with a black polo shirt, at my school you can wear navy or khaki shorts, with a red, white, navy, or black polo shirt.

I head downstairs, grab my book bag and start to walk to the door to catch the bus. Only to be stopped by my mom.

"Honey, we have to get a first day picture of you and your siblings," I walk over to Taylor and Chris, then I maneuver my way in between my two younger siblings and smile.

Once that is done I head out the door. Off to another day in wonderland.

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I got to school safely and made my way toward my locker. Number 727, the same locker I have had for the last 2 years. I grab my books and head to my first class of the day, History.

Like always I arrived early. I went to the back corner of the classroom and took a seat. I took out my notebook and proceeded to work on one of my many unfinished sketches. I like to think of my notebook as my safe haven, my own little world. Before I knew it the class was starting to fill up and everyone took a seat, like usual no one sat by me. But it was okay I was used to it.

The day continued on slowly, eventually it came to the last period of the day. Personally my favorite class, creative writing. I've had this class ever since my freshman year, my first day of high school I was here. I took my seat again in the back corner away from everything and everyone. Away from the opinions and thoughts of others, but not away from my self. I put my head down and looked out the window. It was a gloomy day, Cumulonimbus Clouds moving across the dark and scary sky. Anyone could tell it was going to poor soon and all hell would break loose in the sky. I was brought out of my thoughts when the teacher walks in. She was being followed by a petite brunette wearing khaki shorts and a white polo shirt.

"Welcome back to school! It is just wonderful to see some familiar faces and some new ones."  Ms. Lovato continued to point out some returning students that she had the past years, of course not pointing me out, because who would remember me.

"Well we have a brand new student today, her name is Camila Cabello, she is a junior this year. Tell the class a little bit about yourself Camila." The brunette raised her head and took a few steps up.

"Well I moved just moved here from Cuba..."

I kinda zoned out after the first sentence, I heard something about a sister named Sally or something similar and how she liked to play an instrument and sing. As she continued talking I just looked back out the window and watched the thing called life happen right before my eyes. I was brought back to reality by the ringing off a bell. I grabbed my things and walked out of the class, and to my locker. Quickly I switched my books and shut my locker and hurriedly scrambled out of the building I dread. As I began my walk, I heard the first crack of thunder. My house was a solid 45 minute walk away, so I was indefinitely screwed.

I had been walking for about 20 minutes when I felt the first drop, then another, and then another. That cycle of raindrops continued until I was eventually soaked. So there I was walking in the pouring rain with no jacket, no umbrella, and no way to get home. Believe it or not the rain got worse, it started coming down harder. Lightning was striking all around me and thunder roared louder than the voices in my head.

"Hey! Do you need a ride?"

I looked to my left to see a dark complexed girl with black curly hair. I was speechless that someone actually acknowledged my existence for once. I could hear Rihanna pounding from her car from where I was on the sidewalk. "C'mon you could catch something in this weather, or worse you could get struck by lightning!" She reached across and opened the passenger door.

I know taking rides from strangers are dangerous, but I'm kinda in a bad situation so what other choice do I have, I thought to myself. So I ran over to the strangers car and crawled in.

"Hey my name is Normani Kordei, I haven't seen you around, what's your name?" I shook her hand and put on my seat belt.

"L-Lauren Jauregui," I reply quickly.

"Well nice to meet you! So where can I chauffeur you to, this fine afternoon?" She asked way too happy.

I told her my address and she drove me back to my house which was about 15 minutes away. While in the car we listened to her so-called girl "Ri-Ri" and "Queen B", I didn't really mind the music, I just appreciated the ride. Once at my house I thanked Normani and exited the vehicle.

I walked inside and ran up the stairs, ignoring everyone else in the house and went to my room. I stayed there through dinner, and didn't bother to eat. Once everyone went to bed, but I went to my bathroom and locked the door, I sat down in the tub and thought to myself, I might have survived the day, but I didn't live it.

With that last thought I mentally snapped and put the cold metal to my wrist. Doing what I do best.

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-kat