i Love You-(A Christian Beadles Love Story) part 27

Camilles pov
How do I spend thanksgiving? With some family? What family? I spend it by working my azz off. Irene goes to a fancy party. She is being totally bitchy to me lately. Ever since I got back I have been practicing nonstop. It is driving me insane. I have worlds next week.
1 week later
Atlanta, GA
I stood there. It was down to four girls for first thru third and I was one of them. Third place goes to Joy Anne Bates, a petite Asian girl who looked to be around 15 or 16 years old. She went up to third place and grabbed her dozen roses. Everyone applauded for her. She looked to her left and I think she was smiling at her parents. She looks just like her mother and has her father’s strong, lean body. She’s lucky she placed. One out the other three of us, one isn’t going to place. That’s really scaring cuz what if it was me that didn’t place. My thoughts were interrupted by the speakers. “Congratulations Joy Anne. Second place goes to Erin Hartono.” I looked to my right and there was a very tall, tan, lean girl. She had bright hazel eyes, blonde hair and pearly white teeth. I heard screams thru the building. I looked around I saw a huge group of people wearing yellow shirts that read “WE LOVE Erin!!” and “#1” there had to be at least 15 people standing cheering. Others were just clapping. “And now the moment you all have been waiting for first place goes to…” it was between two people. Me and an 18 year old. I knew she was going to win. She did all these insane tricks even though she stayed in the same spot the whole time unlike me, I moved around on the dance floor. “Camille!!!!” my head jolted up and I grinned. I won! I really came in first!!! People sat there clapping. I ran up to first place step. I hugged the two other girls and flashes went off. I looked around and realized no one was truly there for me. I was left in the shadows. The parents came running down and everyone began packing up. A girl came up to me and showed me the video of me twirling. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hi0cQ5ELdt4&NR=1

Days went by and I came home from the skate park and walked into the kitchen. The mail was spread out. I looked at some. Bills, bills, bills. Then I saw a letter…addressed to me and it was opened. I grabbed it. It read:
Dear Camille,
We want to invite you to a Christmas party on December 22 at 6 p.m. at the Beadles. Please R.S.V.P. A.S.A.P.
Thanks,
The Beadles Family
“what do you think you are doing?” yelled someone.
I whipped my head around and saw Irene standing there. Oh crap!
“h-h-hi Irene.” I stuttered.
She walked over to me and grabbed the letter. “your going” she spat at me.
“what?”
“damnit camille! I said your going. You caused me way too much stress lately and I need a break from you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“in fact, ill call the Beadles right now and tell them that not only are you going but you can arrive tomorrow and leave tomorrow morning. Now where’s the damn phone!”
She found it and dialed the Beadles number.
I heard it a few rings and then a hello?
It was Christian’s voice. it had gotten deeper. i got tears in my eyes.
“hello, this is Irene. Is Mrs. Beadles available?” Irene said through the phone.
“hello Irene, sorry she cant come to the phone right now. can I take a message?”
“yes, tell her that Camille is coming down tomorrow for the week. Im tired of her azz in my house and need a vacation. Damnit Camille, start cleaning and stop staring at me. jeez, anyway Christian, tell your momma that she will be there tomorrow for the week. Okay.”
“uhh, o-o-okay.” I heard him stutter.
“okay. Goodbye.”

Christian pov
Camille, the girl I loved, who broke my heart. Technically, I broke her heart. I need her, I want her, I love her. its December 5, 2010. She’s coming tomorrow. Wow! I cant believe it.
The next day
I woke up at eight in the morning. It’s a Monday but we don’t have school today, instead we have what its called Bible Study. Every first Monday of every month, the Eighth graders learn more about God. I got up and put on my uniform. I grabbed my backpack and headed to the kitchen. My mom was on her cell phone. “Yes, thank you… I’ll pick her up after I drop Christian somewhere…of course Irene…okay. Thank you Good-” she looked at her cell, I’m guessing Irene hung up on her. “Bye.” She finished her sentence. I laughed.
“Hi mom.”
My mom looked at me and said “Hi Christian, you almost ready? We have to leave a little earlier than normal.” She looked at her cell again, “I have to pick up Camille from the airport at nine o’clock.”
I cringed. She said her name. I don’t think my mom knows how much pain I’m in. if Camille, thinks I love someone else or loved someone before her. its her loss, right? I mean I cant forgive her if she hates me right? Forgiveness isn’t a choice right? We learn by our actions but I mean I don’t know. Im confused!
“Christian? you alright? You keeping making a face.” My mom said worriedly and made a face that im guessing looked like me. she scrunched up nose and her eyebrows were knitted together. She looked like a monkey.
I started laughing. “Yeah I’m alright.” I said putting a fake smile on. I don’t want my mom interfering with my love life, jeez!
“Okay, eat please. We are leaving in 10 minutes.” My mom said still looking worried.
“yes, mom.”
She left and I grabbed a bowl and Coco Puffs. I know it isn’t the best thing to eat right now but im going to be late then. After I ate the cereal, I went to my room and brushed my teeth.
After Bible Study I felt different. I immediately went onto twitter and posted “Bible study was amazing 2day! It's on 4giveness. Unforgiveness & bitterness will wreck our lives & the life of others. Eph 4:31, Heb 12:15” I realized that I lost Camille over Unforgiveness & bitterness. We ruined our lives! I went back on twitter and wrotes these tweets “
“We must understand that forgiveness is a choice. It is NOT a feeling. Don't wait to forgive until u feel like it cuz u will never get there.”
“Feelings take time 2 heal after U have forgiven. Just acknowledge that it hurt, that it mattered & choose to forgive who hurt U. Set it free”
forgiveness is setting a prisoner free and then discovering the prisoner was YOU. Baha I feel like I just preached. Im done. love love love”
Camille was here. I was ready to forgive her, but was she?