Cammi's POV

One shot.

That's all you get.

Piece of Shit.

When all the walls are suffocating you, do you just let them strangle you to death or do you fight?

Burn in hell.

When the intoxicating posion of the words thrown at you, hatred and lies, pure disapointment, do you gasp for air or let it fill your lungs?

I don't want to gasp for air, that's the thing. Fighting for life is not actually on my to do list.

Why be happy when there isn't anything to be happy about?
I'm gonna quote my favorite poet Vargas.

A call of death, is a call of love.

I bet your wondering why a sick fuck like me would want to end it all, how about the deadbeat dad that lives in China and won't call to talk, the fucking mom who wishes you weren't born and keeps forgetting your birthday.

Stole the potential right out from under my ass. ~Mom

The gorgeous ass guy who won't even talk to me because he too busy fucking the cheersquad.

I am so fucking loss, but I don't wanna be found.

I showed up to photography class, with my hood up and my camera already recording because I needed footage for my movie.

"Today, you're going to be tell me you're movie topics for the film projects." Mr. Jacobson stated.

He went to everyone and then I was in the back.

"Hood." He motioned for me to pull it down and everyone was shocked I dyed my hair white because it was black yesterday.
"Your topic?"

I tilted my camera off of the table so it would record the class. "I'm gonna kill myself on camera."

Everyone looked me instantly.

"Do you think this is a joke?"

"Obviously not." I said with a straight face.

He tried to push my camera down so I couldn't get him in the shot, but I tilted it up so I could still record him.

Everyone started whispering to each other.

"If you need to talk after class, we can," Mr. Jacobson was trying to take the attention off of me.

"You're a good student in this class, Camille."

"I swear it'll be a good movie, I'll make the lighting really good." I joked.

"Go to the guidance office and stop filming." He tried to take away my camera.

"You take my camera, I take your watch." I start unclipping his watch from his wrist and the whole class is laughing and recording us.

He pushes me out of the classroom and I stomp over to the school therapist.

Notes

If you have seen Archies Final Project, this is a total different version c: