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 Sleeping Not So Beautiful part 15 Camilla had that look on her face I remembered from that date not that long ago in that store. Hopefulness. That was a look she knew I couldn’t resist. “Camilla, are you serious? I mean, I wouldn’t mind anymore if they lived with us. I have been getting to know them better. They could stay in the neighborhood if they wanted or maybe…” my voice faltered. Camilla was doing something I know was not the perfect motherly thing to do. She was laughing. No, I don’t think it counted as laughing. She was guffawing. I don’t even know if that’s a word, but that was the only thing to describe the noise she was making. Soon Blake and Darwin joined in. “Um… Camilla? Are you okay? I mean…like, your kind of going crazy. Should I go get someone to help you breathe or something?” I asked. Growing up with my grandma I was used to prophecies coming out of her mouth at random, but my grandma had never laughed. The closest thing to a laugh coming from her was a grim smile. Camilla was not only smiling grimly. She was now rolling around on the floor almost screaming with laughter. This was creepy. Camilla was not supposed to laugh at her foster child. Unless I told a joke. Which I might have. “Oh Alia! That was funny!” Camilla managed to get out. I personally didn’t know what was so funny, but I didn’t freak out. That was a good thing, because Camilla soon got control of herself. “You know, I have started to think you might have a sense of humor after all. I was worried about your future. Now I know that you’ll be fine. They’ll leave. Bye!” Camilla called to Darwin and Blake retreating backs. They left, and as their limo turned into the street, Camilla hugged me. “Bye, mister toothpaste,” she said in a voice just loud enough for me to hear. At that moment I knew Camilla had hated him from the start and just wanted them to leave. Now, at last I could live in peace. Camilla, my beanies and me. It was perfect. The End But that ending is only for now. You know Camilla. She’ll have another husband candidate for me before you can say tomatoes. Oh well. Now I know her secrets. Wa ha ha. Article posted March 20, 2012 at 10:34 AM • comment • Reads 236 • see all articles |
About the Blogger My name is Rachel. I am ten yeas old and in fifth grade at Nettleton. I have four chickens as pets and love to play soccer. Latest 10 Comments: |
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