It was 4:30 pm. There was one more hour before Cameron had to go to work. She was still looking over the notes, when she heard a small cough. When she looked up she saw Fulton standing there with a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans. As she looked him over, a small smile crept onto her face.

"Well don't you look spiffy?" She teased.

"Are you still sure that you don't want to come?" He pleaded.

The look on his face still broke her heart a little. It looked slightly scared. She got up and hugged him. While they embraced, she slipped some money into his pocket. It was just in case the Varsity pulled something on them. Once they seperated, she gave him a smile, and rubbed his arm a little.

"You'll be fine without me. You have the rest of the Ducks there, right?"


"Well, then it will all be fine. I promise."

Fulton's head drooped a little but there was an understanding in his face. They walked out of the dorms together and went their different ways. Cameron had not walked far when her cell phone rang.


"Cameron, it's Tony. You need to come to the home right now."

She heard the desparation in his voice and started to run towards the apartment building. When she was about two minutes away from the building, she heard her father's voice screaming at someone. Then a SMACK!

"You stupid son of a bitch! Why can't you ever do anything right, you idiot? You and your stupid sister are no children of mine!"

"Maybe we don't want to be your kids! Maybe we're the ones ashamed of you!"

Cameron turned the corner and saw her father, John McAllistar, standing in front of her brother, gun in hand.

"NO-" She screamed.

The trigger was pulled and Tony fell to the ground. Her father's face was expressionless as he shot his own son again.

"STOP IT!" She screamed again, as he was about to shoot again. She rammed her head into his stomach, and punched him square in the face. He fell to the ground like a puppet cut off from it's strings. Cameron panted heavily, tears running down her face. She dialed 911 quickly and explained her situation as well as she could. Then she went over to her brother, who lay on the ground bleeding. Kneeling down beside him, she could hear his deep wheezing and the bones bending under the stress.

"Cameron..." He wheezed under his breathe.

"Yes." She whispered back, holding his left hand tightly.

"I want you to learn to love him."

"I don't understand."

"Love him, Cameron. You do deserve love."

Tears were streaming down her face, blurring her vision. Why was the ambulence taking such a long time?! Tony's eyes blinked slowly, and his breathing got more raspy. And then it just stopped. Her eyes went frantic, and she started shaking him.

"Tony, Tony, wake up! Please wake up! PLEASE! Don't leave me by myself." She cried.

That was the moment that the ambulence and the police decided was a good time to come. They found Cameron, weeping over her brother's body, his blood on her face, hands, and clothing, with her father unconcious. When they tried to take Tony from her arms, she screamed at them. In the end she had to be torn from his body and taken away for questioning. But as it went on, they realized that she was not part of the actual killing and released her from the station around 8pm. After that Cameron slowly trudged up the path to Eden Acadamy unaware of the cowboy riding on the other side of the campus.