Chapter Eight - Rude Awakening
"Camille? Camille, are you alright? Camille?! CAMILLE?! Are you in there?! OPEN UP!"
She woke up by the sound of her mother's raised voice and pounding on the door. She was groggy at first, not remembering what happened the night before in full detail until her vision was clear and she saw Danielle sleeping beside her. Both girls shot up, eyes wided.
"CAMILLE!" The mother continued.
She had to think fast.
"Danielle, hide!" She whispered, leaping off the bed to the door. "Mom, I'm here, what's wrong?"
"Unlock your door! You scared me so much. Camille!" She replied.
Before opening the door, Camille glanced behind her quickly. And sure enough, Danielle was no where to be seen, not even the discarded sweater.
She opened the door, and her mother walked in, looking around the room.
"Why did you have your door closed?" She asked, with a suspicious expression on her face.
"Uh... Uh...Well, you know, last night... I was just doing some... Um... Girl stuff, you know?" Camille lied... Camille didn't even know what that meant.
There was a pause, and then a surprised expression on her mother's face.
"Oh, my little girl's growing up! When I was your age, I had a full length mirror in my room so that I could watch myself... Uh... You know."
"Oh dear God" Celeste thought to herself.
"So, what're you planning on doing today? It's Saturday, remember?" Camille's mother always had to remind her daughter what day it was."
"I think I'm just gonna lay back, and take it easy for a bit..." Camille said.
"Oh Camille, you need to get out of the house..." Her mother replied.
"Fine, if it'll make you happy, maybe I'll go over to Teia's later, and we can do something."
"That's my girl!" The mother said excitedly, but before she had time to get the final words out, the door was shut again.
Camille looked over to the bed again, Danielle was lying on the floor beside it.
"So, your mother thinks you masturbate constantly now." Danielle smirked.
"Not constantly." Camille said.
"What, do you?" Danielle added, lifting an eyebrow.
"None of your business!" Camille shot back.
"Alright, alright, don't have a fit..."
Camille glanced at her clock. 11:00 a.m., she slept in. "Now, what to do about Danielle." she thought.