Number 2

Good Girl, Bad Boy

Still Camilla's Point Of View

"Did Camilla Jones just say the word 'celebration'?" Beth asked.

"What's the matter?" I inquired.

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend? Camilla Jones, as I know her, is not a party person. She has no idea what fun is," Beth responded.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Of course, I know what fun is. I just chose not to have it," I explained, defending myself.

"But now, I want to have a little celebration before we go to college," I answered.

Beth and Gloria kept staring at me as if I were a completely different person.

"Come on; stop staring at me like that. It makes me feel uneasy," I admitted.

"Sorry, we're just shocked," Beth said.

"We are, indeed. Well, that aside, how should we celebrate?" Gloria inquired her face bright with a smile.

As I previously stated, she was the most outgoing of the three of us.

Beth suddenly flicked her hand, as if she'd had the most brilliant idea.

"I think we should go to the mall and spoil ourselves with a few clothes and accessories," she said suggested

"Yeah, that is one of them," Gloria said.

"Well, my parents are planning a farewell party for me, so since we're all going to the same college, we could have a joint party," I said.

"A party with parents and other adults? That's a big no-no for me," Gloria replied, disgusted.

"I'm not saying we won't go to the party. Of course we would but we can't make that OUR own party. We need to celebrate in a bigger way. Cam, it's your first time loosening up. We should make it a night you'd never forget. Who knows when you'll want to have another celebration? Perhaps never," Gloria speculated.

"Aright, so what do you have in mind?" I asked, realizing she had a valid point.

"We could go to a club now we're practically adults now," Gloria said.

"A club? Wouldn't that be risky?" I asked, terrified.

"I promise you it wouldn't," she said.

After some consideration, I said,

"Fine. I'll just notify my family."

We said our goodbyes after a few more hours of talking about what we would do when we got to college, and I lay on my bed, exhausted. With a smile on my face and a thought in my head, I closed my eyes.

"I'm finally going to college."

Sleep had me before I knew what was going on

Flynn's Point Of View

Mr. Rowan, the butler, handed me a neatly enveloped letter and said,

"Sir, I found this letter in the mailbox."

"Who sends letters to people these days?" I thought

But at the same time, I wondered if it was what I had anticipated. As I took the letter from him, I placed the cigarette I was smoking between my lips. He walked away after a bow. When I opened the letter, the first word that caught my attention was "Columbia". I didn't even bother opening the letter; instead I tossed it on the lounge chair.

Flynn Ryder is my name and I'm 19 years old. I am my parents' second child but I did not have a good relationship with my family. My parents had little time for me since I was a child. They made my older brother feel more important. I always told them how I felt but they completely ignored me.

At the age of 13, I was in an accident that nearly killed me and it was then my parents realized what they were doing, but by that time, it was already too late. I had already developed a strong dislike for them. I became defiant and they couldn't control me anymore. The more I grew older, the more rebellious I became.

I began smoking and drinking at the age of 15. My parents said a lot of things to me but I was unconcerned and did not try to stop my rebellion. I got my first tattoo when I was 16 and I've since got several more.

It surprised me that I didn't drop out of school. I enjoyed going to school but seeing this admission letter from Columbia University, one of the Universities I applied to, I didn't feel compelled to go to college since it was my parents dream too. I didn't want to please them.

I got up and walked away, leaving the letter on the lounge chair by the pool. Later that evening, the butler called to tell me that my parents wanted to see me. At first, I didn't want to go but then he spoke to me.

I've known the butler since the day I could crawl as a child and even when my parents didn't care about me, he was the only one I could go to for comfort as a child, which is why I'd listen to anything he said to me. His wife, the head of maids, was also present for me and I admired them.

I reluctantly went to see my parents, after Mr. Rowan spoke to me, wondering what they required from the child they have forgotten they have. I went downstairs from my room to the living room, where my parents awaited me. When I arrived, they asked me to take a seat, which I would have done even if they hadn't asked.

"The maid discovered this letter by the swimming pool. It was this close to getting into the pool. Why did you abandon your acceptance letter to Columbia University by the pool?"

"Because I don't plan to going to college," I answered.

"Why?" Mum asked.

"Because I don't want to. Don't you get it?" I said, slightly raising my voice.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at your mother boy," dad said as he stood up.

"What would you do?" I said, challenging him.

He raised his hands as if to strike me, but when mum yelled out his name, his hand hung up in the air. Dad was stuck because mum as crying.