As my slumber is disrupted by my blaring alarm, I raise my head to steal a quick glance at the clock. It reads 6:30 AM, as expected. Routine begins: trudge into bathroom, critique self. My long, dark brown hair that's traditionally pushed to the side is shaggy and disheveled. My thin body looks undersized due to my baggy sleepwear. My appearance gives off a careless and unmethodical vibe. Long story short, I'm visibly a mess. By now, I presume it's nearing 6:40, so I start actually getting ready. Once my teeth are brushed, I shuffle over to my dresser. I carelessly throw on a thin, dark grey zip-up, white t-shirt, and black joggers. Walking to my full body mirror, I finger-comb my hair lazily, pushing it back to the left. After taking one last look in the mirror and rating my presentability (about 4), I grab my backpack and phone and start walking to the dreadful Fairfield Warde High School, home of the mustangs. The horse, not the car. Yes, it's as lame as it sounds.
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Teen FictionCameron was, well, to put it lightly, average at best. He didn't exactly excel in anything. Everything about his life was more or less ordinary. He went to school, took care of his pup, Owen, and did typical introverted teenage things. That's how it...
