Our Little Secret

Chapter 3

I'm rewriting this whole story. The new version is on my page.

When I woke up and Camz was gone. I looked at the clock and it was 5:30 in the morning. I heard gagging so I ran to the bathroom and pulled her hair back. Once she was done she flushed the toilet and climbed in my lap.

"Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah, I just want this to be over with," Camila answered.

She started crying in my neck and it broke my heart to see her like this. I rubbed circles on her back, but she wouldn't calm down.

"Shhh, it's okay," I reassured her.

"I'm hungry," Camila told me.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Banana pancakes," I nodded. I picked her up and carried her downstairs

I set her in the chair carefully. so I don't hurt her and went to make the pancakes. When they were done I set a plate in front of Camz and went to my seat and put my plate down upfront of me. Camila ate hers right away and kept stealing mine.

"What's with you and stealing my food?" I asked.

"Sharing is caring," Camila stated as she took another piece. I pulled my plate away and she started balling.

Hormones

Camila's mom walked in and ran over to Camila.

"What happened, Mija?" Sinu asked confused.

"Lauren won't let me eat her pancakes," Sinu looked at her like she was crazy.

"She can have them," I said as I put my plate in front of her.

She stopped crying and stuffed her face in the pancakes. Literally, like she didn't even use a fork, she just ate them like a dog.

When she was done we got ready for school, Camila dressed in sweats and a hoodie. She would usually dress in a dress or something, but she felt like crap. She also put her hair in a messy bun. We brushed our teeth and went to school.

"Lets just go to class," I said.

"Hold on, I'm getting a snack out of my locker," Camila said.

"You just ate," I stated.

"I know," Camila said.

Camila walked to her locker and pulled out Cheetos, Cheese itz, salad, bananas.

"Dang," I gasped.

"What?" Camila asked and walked to class.

She sat down and pulled out her cheetos. She ate some and I tried to reach in, but she slapped my hand.

"OUCH!" I said as I pulled my hand to my chest.

"Why are you talking during my lesson?" Mr. Friend asked.

"Why are you teaching during my conversation?" Camila asked under her breath.

Everyone burst out laughing. 

"SAVAGE!" Someone yelled.

"Uh-oh, I ate too much," Camila said

"You ate too much chicken nuggets," everyone said. (Sorry, my friend said that)

Camila ran out and into the hallway and threw up. I came up behind her and pulled her into a hug.

"Are you okay?" Lauren asked me.

"Yeah, but we need to find the janitor," Camila said. We walked to the janitors closet. He was in there.

"Hello?" Camila asked/ said.

"What do you need?" He asked kindly.

"I threw up in the hallway," Camila said.

"Oh, so where is it?" He asked. We led him to the spot and cleaned it up. He gave us a pass and a piece of gum to Camz.

"Thanks," Camz said.

"You're very welcome,"

We went to class and gave our teacher the passes.

"Thank you, we are just doing notes, copy from a neighbor,"  Mr. Friend told us.

"Okay," We said at the same time.

We sat down and Camila put her head down on the desk.

After finishing Camila a I's notes, I turned them into the teacher.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Is Camila okay?" Mr. Friend asked.

"Yeah, Why?" I lied.

"Well, I heard the rumors," He told me.

"They're not true!" I yelled too loudly.

"I never said they were," He stated.

Camila looked up at me. "What's not true?" She mouthed.

I nodded my head to her stomach.

"Oh," Camila whispered.

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Sorry if my grammar is bad, I'm in 6th grade.

Wth! I was in 6th grade? It's crazy to think I'll be in high school in a few months.