Cammi's POV

"I gotta be honest with you," I said to Dr. Gafur in a gangster accent, we were always acting like little kids when we were around each other, even though he was like 40.

"I'm tired of this, place, this, prison, I must get out of here, this over used, over rated hell."

He nodded, for he knew that he couldn't change my mind in anyway and this was going on for too long for it to just go away.

"I still am stuck in here." I could feel the tears building up but crying is for babies. "I just can't get out."

"You need the code." He blankly stated.

I smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes!"

"We need the code!" Our hands slapped together in an epic high five.

He got up out of his chair and sat down on the couch next to me.

"You're good doc, very good." Still using my accent.

"Camille," He grabbed my attention, using his regular accent.
"Try being a teenager for once, it might not be as bad as you think.

I nodded, finally understanding what he's been saying all this time.

"You talkin' tuh me?"

He chuckled a little bit, the wrinkles on his face creasing deeper. "Yes, Cammi, I am talking to you."

"Muthafucka, I burn you."

We sat laughing for awhile until I got a text.

Andy: How would you like to go to a party?

That could be my one teenager thing.

Cammi: Sure...

Andy: Okay it's at 11

Cammi: That's in an hour! WTF?!

Andy: Oh shut up.

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