For once in her life Camden was trying to be early, mainly, because she wanted to spend as much time with Atlas as possible. The reason why Cammie was always so late to everything was, because she didn’t drive. Since her accident she had never sat in a car. There were too many terrible memories and flashbacks to put herself through. She slipped on a pair of black leggings with an old over sized hoodie that perfectly covered her scars. More clothes, less problems. At least that’s what always seemed to go through Cammie’s mind.
After a long walk, Cammie checked the time on her phone. Five minutes after midnight. In Cammie time, she was early. The walk however caused the injury in her knee to become sore, causing a slight limp that Cammie tried to desperately hide as the lighthouse came into distance. The familiar heated feeling began boiling in her stomach at the thought of seeing Atlas again. She didn’t know if she could contain her emotions. Soon enough, she was close enough to see Atlas. A wide smile instantly formed as she sent her a quick wave.
I have to be honest, I felt for Laurel in the beginning, I really did. But now? First she doesn’t want help and then she passes killing her husbands dog off as “oh this is a good thing! This needed to happen!”. That is a LIFE you have just taken! And stating that you are going to get help just to keep your husband after robbing him of something he held dear is horrible. If you don’t want to help yourself after taking a LIFE away, then …
Sudden realization that I am going to be running my first meet this season next week..its districts..my college coaches will be there…my ex will be there..and I’m starting my period that day. Wow..I’m trying to find something positive about this right now….struggle.