14:05 The Prophecy Comes True
We all walked off and Cameryn elbowed me into Mr Garvin.
“I warned you,” Cameryn mouthed.
“Did you just push into me, Rumer?” Mr Garvin said spinning around.
“Sir, that bitch Cameryn just…” I began.
“It’s just that, that bitch.”
“No, I heard what you just said. I cannot believe, you would say that to a member of staff. Do you think you’re clever?”
What do you even say to that?
“Now off to 101a.”
“But sir, I do both lessons. What room should I go to?”
“Are you going to continue this insolent behaviour?”
“I’m not being insolent, I’m simply…”
I stomped off in the direction of the art rooms. Most of the others did both lessons but the boys preferred being with the walking cleavage. Cameryn wasn’t in the room. I know this because admittedly I looked around. There would be no more fighting with her, why would I want to touch her, ever? I took my seat on one of the stools and waited for Miss Carmichael to begin speaking.
“You may as well continue your clay sculptures,” she said. “Although, Riley you don’t study Art. Neither do you Caleb.”
“Please, miss,” Caleb said. “Can’t we at least sort out the watercolours drawer?”
“That’s very thoughtful.”
While they got to work on that the rest of us continued sculpturing our separate pieces. From the window we could see Mark peering in. It was almost as though he didn’t know what to do now he was out of school. The Art room door opened and Cameryn came in.
14: 22 What Ho? Behold Young Foolish Maid
“Rumer, Rumer,” she said. “Where for art though Rumer? Without you the sun doth not shine, without you Pepsi looseth all of its fizz-eth. Be my mate again.”
“Please sit down, Cameryn,” Miss Carmichael said. “Stop being ridiculous.”
She sat next to me as people applauded her botched attempt at Shakespeare.
“Please Rumer,” she whispered. “I’m sorry, although I’m not all that sure what I’m sorry for.”
“Great, I’ll make a space in my diary, so I can have time to care,” I said.
“But I love you, my very own lezzie pal,” she wrapped her arms around me.
“Release me,” I said and tried to squirm away from her.
“Come with me, let’s run free.”
“Are you being serious? We are in enough trouble as it is.”
“What’s a little danger?”
When Cameryn is in a mood such as this, it’s better to just do as she says. I jumped off my stool.
“Girls, sit down please,” Miss Carmichael.
“Miss, we’re just going to the toilet,” Cameryn said.
“Together?” she asked.
“You know how it is, Miss. Can’t pee without my pal.”
“Fine, but I’m timing you.”
We walked out of the classroom.
“She’s timing us? What a lesbian,” Cameryn said to me.
I just nodded.