Ok, here's the long awaited chapter for you guys who have been at me. but please bare in mind that i am very busy. I've got other stories other than this one, my art, my animation classes, fan videos, and the list can go on, so please bare with me.
Camille and Cecile looked everywhere, but the Diary was nowhere to be found. After searching around the school many times, Camille gave a sigh of defeat.
"It's no use Cecile. It's not here; someone must have already found it." Camille said. "My life is over!"
"Chill sis." Cecile told her sister. "Anybody could have found it. It doesn't necessarily have to be one of your classmates. It could Mr. Rusard, or Rudy." She explained.
"You're right!" Camille exclaimed, becoming alert. "Maybe Mr. Rusard found it. My life is not over!"
"Easy there Cam. I said there was a posibili-TY!" Cecile said, with a short shout at the end when Camille suddenly yanked on her arm for her to get moving.
"Come on! Let's go!" Camille exclaimed, pulling her sister in the direction of Mr. Rusard's house.
5 minutes later…
Camille and Cecile walked up to the teacher's house and knocked on the door. After a few seconds of waiting, the door was opened by Mr. Rusard.
"Oh, hello Camille. Cecile. It's kinda late. Is there something I can help you with?" He asked.
"Um, sort of." Camille replied. "Did you by any chance find, um… a lost item in the school yard today Mr. Rusard?" she asked.
"Nope. I left the school pretty late, so I didn't have time to look around." Mr. Rusard replied. "But maybe you should ask Rudy. He was there all afternoon after class was dismissed."
"Oh. Ok then. Thanks Mr. Rusard." Camille thanked her teacher.
"Anytime Camille. And don't get home too late you two." He told them.
"Ok. We won't. Bye Mr. Rusard." The two sisters said in unison, as they left the teacher's house.
"Maybe we'll have better luck with Rudy." Cecile said.
"I hope so," Camille replied in a sad tone of voice.
5 minutes later…
"Rudy! Are you there?" Camille asked as she knocked on the door. It opened shortly after.
"Oh hey kids! It's pretty late for you to be out. Can I help you with something?" Rudy greeted and asked.
"Hi Rudy. Yes we know and yes you can." Camille replied. "You were in the school yard all afternoon after dismissal right?" she asked.
"Did you see anything… say… a book, anywhere around?" Camille asked.
"Oh. Is this an investigation? Where's Alfred and Milo then?" Rudy asked.
Camille turned a light shade of pink at the mention of her friend's name; but lucky for her, since it was dark out, it wasn't noticeable in the dim lighting of the night.
"This is kind of… um… a private personal investigation." Camille replied.
"Oh, I got ya." Rudy replied. "Hmm… no, I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Just the usual, plants, dirt, you know,"
Camille sighed in disappointment. "Ok then. Thanks Rudy." She said, turning to leave.
"Although," Rudy said, regaining the girls' attention. "I did see Cynthia and Louise. They were by the big tree, and Cynthia had a red book reading. I thought it was kind of odd that she'd even be reading in a place like that, but I didn't look too much into it. Does that help?"
"It helps a lot Rudy. Thank you." Cecile replied, since her sister was too stunned to speak once she heard Cynthia's name.
"Glad I could help. Get home safely you two." He said, and went back inside.
The two sisters walked home in silence. Cecile looked to her sister who seemed to have a lost look. She knew her sister was holding it in and was waiting for when they got home to let it out. When they got home, Camille went straight to her room, while her sister locked the front door.
Cecile sighed. "3… 2… 1." She counted down, which was following but a bloodcurdling scream coming from her sister's room.
"Knew it." She said, making her way towards Camille's room once the screaming had died down. She knocked on the door, and when she heard a whimper, she entered. She looked around the room and saw Camille sitting in the middle of her bed, a pillow wrapped tightly in her arms and a scowl on her face. She was definitely upset, and with every meaning of the word too. Cecile slowly walked up to her sister and sat on the bed and waited for her to say something. She knew whenever her sister was really upset about something, she'd want to talk about it. After about a minute, Camille spoke up.
"Out of all the people in Gnarly woods, it had to be Cynthia to find my diary." Camille said, the scowl still on her face. "Anyone else, anyone at all, could have found it and I wouldn't mind; but not Cynthia." She finished through clenched teeth.
"Anyone? Even Alfred or Milo?" Cecile asked. Camille nodded.
"They wouldn't read it, that I know for sure. Milo would probably want to take a peek, but he wouldn't read it." Camille replied. "Besides, I'm always with them, so there's no way they would have been able to find it without me knowing."
Camille groaned in anger. "Now I know my life is over!" she yelled into her pillow.
"Well… I don't really know what to tell you sis," Cecile told her sister. She really wanted to help her sister, but considering the situation, there's wasn't really anything she could do. "All you can do now is try to get some sleep and see what happens tomorrow."
Camille moved her head from her pillow and looked to her sister. "I guess so." She replied. "Though I already know it's not going to be good." She thought,
"Thanks for all your help sis." Camille thanked her sister.
"Anytime Camille." Cecile replied. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Camille replied, as her sister got up from the bed and left the room. She sighed, and prepared herself for bed, trying her best to not think about what could happen the next day; which was impossible, but sleep finally came to her without her realizing.
The next day, after class was dismissed… (Girls only class)
"Hello Camille." Cynthia said to Camille in a mischievous playful tone.
"What do you want Cynthia." Camille replied with a scowl on her face.
"Now, now. I wouldn't be talking to me like that right now if I were you." Cynthia said, in her same tone.
"And why's that?" Camille said, glaring at her.
"Because I know about your 'little' secret." She replied, showing the red book to Camille. Her face turned bright red in both anger and embarrassment. "You really should be more careful."
"Give it back Cynthia!" Camille demanded, trying to pry the book back from Cynthia, who pulled it away from Camille's reach.
"Oh I'll give it back; but you have to do something for me in order to get it back." She taunted
"And what would that be." Camille replied through clenched teeth.
"You have to do whatever I say, from now till my birthday party next week." Cynthia told her.
"WHAT?!" Camille exclaimed, "No. Way!"
"Too bad. Then I guess I'll just read this very interesting part to the class during my presentation tomorrow." She said, opening the book to a page she had marked.
"You wouldn't dare!" Camille said, glaring at her.
"I would." Cynthia replied with a cocky smile.
Camille was boiling with anger at the girl standing before her. She detested the idea of doing anything for Cynthia; but since she had the one thing that was most important to her, she didn't have much of a choice. Camille did a heavy sigh and deeply inhaled and exhaled to calm herself.
"Fine. You win." Camille reluctantly agreed.
"You made the right choice." Cynthia said, placing the book back into her bag. "See you tomorrow," she said, walking pass Camille to leave the class.
"Wait!... Tomorrow?" Camille asked, turning around to face the pheasant bird girl after a short pause, and registering what she had said.
"Yea. I'm giving you today to prepare yourself. You know; letting your friends know why you can't spend the next few days with them. I'm sure you'll come up with something." She explained, finally leaving the class.
Camille sighed in defeat.
"I'm sorry Camille." A voice said behind her, startling her. She made a small 'eek' sound and swiftly turned to see who it was, her hand on her chest from being startled. It was Cynthia's cousin, Louise.
"Louise! You scared me." Camille said.
"Sorry." Louise apologized.
"It's ok. But what were you sorry about the first time?" Camille asked.
"About Cynthia and your… well… you know."
"Yea," Camille said in low tone of voice with a frown.
"I tried to stop her, but you know how she can get. As much as I enjoy doing stuff with her, even if it's a time for her to tease and get on you and your friends' nerves," she said with an apologetic expression. "I have my boundaries, and one of them is respecting the privacy of others, especially something most precious to a girl; her diary. I tried taking it from her to return it, but she smacked my hand away so hard, I retreated on the idea." She explained. "So, again, I'm sorry."
Camille was surprised that one of Cynthia's 'followers' was actually against something Cynthia had done, and was trying to help her.
"It's ok Louise. The fact that you tried means something to me." Camille replied. "Now I have to go and think of an excuse to tell my friends why I won't be able to hang out with them for the next few days and coming week." She said, turning to leave the class.
"Wait Camille." Louise called out to her, regaining the wallaby girl's attention, as she walked up to her. "I know… it's not any of my business, and I promise I won't tell anyone, but I've been really curious about it."
Camille looked at her questioningly, "Ok…"
"Do you… really feel that way about him?" Louise asked. She was really asking out of pure curiosity after Cynthia had read it in the diary.
Camille turned a light shade of red at the question, putting her head down and giving an uneasy nod. Louise gave a satisfied smile.
"I think it's really sweet Camille. And like I said, I promise I won't tell anyone, especially Cynthia." Louise said.
"Thanks again Louise." Camille said, as the two finally left the classroom.
However, the three girls completely neglected the fact that their lecturer, Dr. Anna, was still in the classroom at the teacher's desk and had seen and heard everything. She wasn't sure what it was about, but she knew if it involved Cynthia and Camille, it wasn't good.
When the girls got outside, their friends were waiting for them. Alfred and Milo were patiently waiting for Camille, and Cynthia impatiently tapping her foot, waiting for Louise.
"What took you so long!? Were you talking to Camille! What did you tell her? Better question, what did she tell you?" Cynthia demanded for an answer.
"I didn't tell her anything. Dr. Anna needed help with something and we were the only two left in the class and-"
"Liar!" Cynthia exclaimed, cutting her off her explanation. "I'm going to find out if what you're saying is true." She said, stomping off back into the classroom. Camille and her friends had left the school premises once they had regrouped.
"Wait!" Louise tried to stop her, but it fell on death ears. She quickly followed after her.
When Cynthia got back to the classroom, Dr. Anna was just starting to walk out when she saw the two. They greeted each other and Cynthia asked her if what Louise said was true. Since Dr. Anna had heard the conversation that was going between the three teen girls, she caught on to what Louise was trying to do. So she went along with it and told Cynthia that they were indeed helping her with something last minute. Cynthia was satisfied with her answer and left the classroom once again. Once she was gone, Louise mouthed a 'thank you' to Dr. Anna and quickly followed after Cynthia. Dr. Anna smiled and then left the classroom as well, locking it up for the next day.
Meanwhile, at Hedgequaters, the three friends where going through their monthly catalogue of Mystery Tom Series, when there was a knock on the door.
"It's open." Alfred called out.
The door opened to reveal Dr. Anna. "Hello children. I hope I'm not disturbing anything." She greeted.
The three friends greeted her in return.
"No, you're not. We were just going through our Mystery Tom Series catalogue." Alfred told her. "Did you need something Dr. Anna?"
"If it's not too much trouble, can I borrow Camille for the rest of the afternoon?"
The friends looked to each other. Camille at the boys and the boys at her. There was a brief silence, meaning they were in thought.
"I guess we can put our book ordering on hold for later." Camille said.
"Yea, you go ahead Cam. Milo and I have a project to work on for class anyway. So we'll finish the book orders later." Alfred told her. Milo nodded in agreement.
"Thanks guys." She thanked her friends, grabbed her backpack, and left with Dr. Anna.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Dr. Anna's. She gave Camille some refreshments and started to converse with her while they sat in the living room. She started out by asking Camille about what happened in the classroom when class was dismissed, and what she had heard. Camille's face turned a light shade of red and gulped deeply as a sign that she was nervous. Dr Anna assured her that there was nothing she should be afraid to tell her. Camille signed to calm herself and began explaining everything to Dr Anna.
"That's a new low, even for Cynthia." Dr Anna said.
Camille gave an exasperated sigh and nodded.
"But tell me Camille, what is this secret of yours that's so important?" the doctor asked.
Turning red once again, Camille looked to Dr Anna, hesitant to tell her her secret. She turned her head away from her, showing that she was embarrassed to tell her.
"I know you don't want to tell me Camille, but I want to help you. And I can't do that if I don't know what it is that Cynthia knows that she has you wrapped around her finger." Dr Anna explained.
There was a long moment of silence until Camille spoke up again.
"Ok…" Camille began, taking a deep breath to relax herself, but still not looking at Dr Anna, but instead, looking at the white carpeted floor in front of her. "M-my secret is… that… i… ihavefalleninlovewithoneofmy friends." She quickly mumbled the last part.
"Hmm? What was that dear? I didn't really get it."
"My secret is… that I have fallen in love with one of my friends." She clearly repeated.
"Oh!" Dr Anna was a bit surprised to hear that, but she had her suspicions something like that would happen among the three friends. "Is that so? And which one of the darlings has stolen the heart of the ever so strong and confident Camille."
Camille smiled and giggled at the way the doctor phrased her question. It was able lift her mood and confidence up a bit, as she brought her head up to look at her.
"Alfred." She replied, not as hesitant as she was before, but her cheeks were still red.
Dr Anna smiled at her. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"
Camille was surprised by her response, as that was not what she expected to hear from the doctor.
"Really? You're not going to tell me that its wrong and I shouldn't feel this way about a species other than my own?" she asked.
"Why should I? Love has and knows no boundaries Camille. I can't tell you who you should or shouldn't fall in love with." Dr Anna replied to the young wallaby.
Camille was happy that Dr Anna was, in her own way, supporting her decision of who she has feelings for.
"Now, back to the matter of you and Cynthia." Camille's expression fell once Dr Anna brought back the main topic.
Dr Anna explained to Camille, what she would do to help her. Camille wasn't exactly happy with Dr Anna's idea, but it was at least better than for her to come up with a lie to tell her friends why she wouldn't be able to spend the next week with them. Since it was a regular class the next day with everyone, Dr Anna spoke with Mr Rusard and told him what she wanted him to do for her. She had already planned on grouping the girls in pairs to work on a project when they had their next girls' only class which was the day after; but for Camille's sake, she had Mr Rusard pair them up for her.
The rest of the week went by, as the next week came quickly, but not quick enough for Camille. It was nearing Cynthia's birthday party and Camille couldn't wait for it to be over and done with so she could get her diary back. During that time though, she tried to get it back every chance she got; even with Louise's help, she still had no success. Although she knew it wouldn't make any deference since Cynthia already read everything, but she also knew that if she had it back in her possession and Cynthia decided to tell everyone anyway, she wouldn't have the diary to back up her statement in case no one believed her.
Alfred and Milo had asked no questions when Camille wasn't spending as much time as usual with them since they knew the reason why, but they had a slight suspension that there was more to it than just the project the two girls had to work on.
"I set everything up just as you asked." Camille said in annoyance to Cynthia.
"Very good. You can go now." Cynthia told her. This surprised Camille.
"Really? It's still pretty early, and tomorrow night's the party. You're sure you don't want me to do anything else for you." Camille asked, eyeing Cynthia curiously.
"Yes really! In fact, take tomorrow off, I only need you here tomorrow night. And make sure you wear something pretty." Cynthia told her
"O…k…," Camille said, not completely sure what the bird girl was up to, and left the girl's home.
To be continued…