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- The home was achingly quiet, except for the persistent ticking of a small clock that sat on the dresser. Textbooks were strewn on a cream colored desk seemingly abandoned by their owner. A yellow highlighter lay nearby. The boy himself was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Boredom trickled into his mind as he waited. What he was waiting for was beyond him but still, he didn't feel the urge to rouse himself from his lumpy mattress. Winter break was quite frankly a boring time. Cameron was one who had few friends and even fewer hobbies outside of studying. Maintaining decent grades wasn't hard for him but staying out of trouble was. There hadn't been a day that passed in high school where he hadn't gotten in a fight with someone. Not a physical fight mind you, though Cameron had found himself countless of times ducking punches and kicks thrown by the opposing student. This of course, led to being dragged to the principal's office where he had to recount the fight in detail. Detention and lectures seemed to be as common an occurrence in his life as eating and breathing was.
When the phone in his pocket buzzed, it took a moment for Cameron to locate it. He was possibly one of the only teenagers in the world who used his phone sparingly. The only time it buzzed was when his mom called or texted him from work. His step father was at work as well, and would be for quite some time yet. Cameron's parents were rarely around and when they were, Cameron tried his best to avoid them.They were quite busy anyways and so was Cameron. Senior year meant studying even harder and planning even more nevertheless applying for scholarship this side of the Mississippi. It was tedious and time consuming but they were all things that had to be done. When Cameron's eyes scanned over the text from a girl he had seen once or twice in the halls of school he balked, thinking of the time he would spend going to that party that he could use to study instead. Propping himself up on the bed with his elbow, Cameron cast a begrudging glance at his abandoned textbooks; Cameron had his mind made up almost instantly. Shoving the phone back into his pocket, he swung both his feet over the edge of the bed and let them hit the ground with a soft thud. After a brief moment of picking his brain, Cameron came to the conclusion that it had been a very, very long time since he had been invited to a party nevertheless decided to go. Still anything could be better than laying on that stupid, lumpy bed and listening to that idiotic clock ticking as time passed slowly. Tik. Tok. Tik. Tok. It was maddening. Besides, when Cameron was alone, he was always more susceptible to those...urges. There was always an urge-an itch, in the back of his mind. Pictures flashed before his eyes of wings, and talons, and dark moonlit nights. Cameron couldn't afford to shift now. There was always a risk he would be caught-he couldn't let himself be caught.
With a quick brush of pale fingers through his dark hair, Cameron grabbed his shoes and keys and left the small and dank two story house. Leaving the space was like taking a breath of fresh air. It was invigorating. Cameron didn't bother to call his mother or leave something as simple as a note explaining where he was going because he highly doubted his parents would notice his absence. If all went well, Cameron figured he would be back before his parents got home anyways. With the help of Google Maps, Cameron arrived at the residence the party was at in fifteen minutes. Cars were already lined up outside the house, leading all the way down the block. Finding a parking space that didn't block a driveway was hard to do but not impossible. Ten minutes later, Cameron was inside the house.
The first impression Cameron received upon entering the residence was the adjective 'wild'. There were people everywhere. Squeezing his way through the crowd, Cameron's dark eyes scanned the moving bodies with half hearted interest as he tried to make his way towards a less crowed area. He didn't recognize anyone from school and it wasn't until he had gotten farther into the house did he finally recognize two individuals. Cameron regarded one with passive interest but the other, caused a smirk to lift the corners of Cameron's mouth. Katherine, a girl he had seen frequently in the school halls. Her quiet demeanor seemed to set her apart from the rest of the student body and Cameron found her quite interesting. He spoken to her a handful of times and knew her enough to know her name but that was the extent of their friendship. The man that had first alerted Cameron to her presence by calling out her name was a less savory individual by the name of Charles. Ah yes, Charles. He was a bit of an annoyance to Cameron but nothing more. They had had a few conversations together but not one had been friendly. In fact, they had been quite explosive. Cameron watched with interest as another female approached Charles-his girlfriend Lauren Fraiser. At the sight of the girl, a lump seemed to grow in Cameron's throat. His eyes darted to look at the girl next to the couple, Charlotte. That must be the girl that had sent the invitation for the party-in fact, Cameron was quite sure of it. Giving a small nod in her direction, Cameron pushed his way through the crowd towards Katherine's general direction. The area was far more secluded that the rest of the property. "Quite the party isn't it?" Cameron said quietly, the comment directed towards Katherine. The girl was a little less than a foot away. Cameron wasn't really sure if she was up for small talk, but nevertheless he continued to speak whilst gazing at the party. "Far too crowded for my liking." He admitted, his throat tightening up at the sight of all the people crowding the residence. What a waste of an evening.
