For The Days We Cannot Retrieve

new beginnings

Lauren Jauregui smiled at her three best friends, Normani, Ally, and Dinah. It was the first day back from Christmas break, the first time they'll step foot in Miami Bay High in 2016.

It was the first time Camila Cabello would start out the semester without Andrea West.

She sighed, glancing over at Andrea's old locker, littered with flowers and candles. A mini memorial. She opened her locker and got her books out, ignoring whatever her friends were blabbing about.

She had saw the girl earlier, her head hung low, earphones in her ears, bags under her eyes. She felt a pang of sorrow when she made eye contact with the normally confident girl. She was broken, Lauren knew that much. She slammed her locker a little bit harder than intended, her hate for Dylan Reynolds causing her to fume. He returned the day after the accident, receiving pity.

She groaned as she heard the bell, signalling the day was off to a start, a bad one.

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Camila walked to her first period slowly, her mind refusing to cooperate with her body. She was tired, physically, mentally, her mind was running a fucking marathon.

She sat in the back of her English class, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself down. If she didn't want to go to college, she was sure she would have dropped out as soon as..

She shook her head.

No. She wasn't going to think about that. She wasn't going to break the barrier she put up because she sat and picked out the screws one by one, losing her mind in the process. Hence the term, 'A few lose screws.' If she continued this way, she'd have more than just a few.

She sighed softly to herself, opening her eyes and switching her playlist to something more uplifting, rather than something that would send her into a depression.

The class didn't last long, and the other classes after it didn't either, and for that she was thankful. It probably felt like an eternity for those who look foward to lunch, but lately, Camila had nothing to look foward to.

She sighed as the bell for first lunch rang, she collected her books and walked slowly towards the lunchroom. She didn't want to be here. She was sick of people treating her as if she was so fragile that she was going to shatter at any given moment.

She was sick of herself for feeding into it.

Camila closed her eyes for a brief moment, collecting herself and her thoughts before trudging on in the never ending trampling crowd called high school students.

She made her way to the lunchroom, her eyes locking on the table her and Andrea used to sit at, tears threatening to prick her eyes. 'Why'd you have to leave, Dre? Can't you see I'm lost without you?' Camila thought to herself, bringing herself another empty void of silence and pain in her brain because she knew she wasn't going to get a reply.

She timidly walked to a line, not really even in the mood to eat, but can't have rumors going around that she depressed and anorexic, now could she? No, she couldn't. She'd lost her patience with her generation the minute she found out her bestfriend was killed over a senseless act of poor listening skills and poor judgment.

She lost her patience when she found out her friend was killed over a race that Dylan could have never won.

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Lauren rolled her eyes at the ridiculous conversation her friends were having. Normally, she'd be in a full fledged heated debate about why Froot Roll-Ups are way better than Gushers Fruit Snacks, but today she'd been out of it. She couldn't get her mind off the mysterious Camila Cabello. She had already had a few classes, if not all, with the girl, but she had not uttered a single word.