watts, camilla leann

[camilla leann watts]

_{camilla leann watts *}

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your name ,, kat
other characters ,, gracelyn grammar
how did you find us? ,, proboards support

_{the basics *}[/sub]
full name ,, camilla leann watts
nicknames ,, cami
gender ,, female
birthdate ,, april eighth
birthplace ,, augusta, georgia
sexuality ,, straight
year ,, fourth
major ,, photography
playby name ,, chelsie hightower

_{now she's listenin' to old alabama *}[/sub]

cami was a rape baby. her mother had been out one night with her friends and gotten a little tipsy. she had been dancing with a guy all night, and when she ended up throwing up all over his shoes, he offered to take her home. the man was perfectly gentlemanly when they were at the bar around her friends, but when he got her in the car, he went to an abandoned parking lot. he shoved her into the backseat of his beat-up chevy truck and raped her. he threw her out into the cold january night after he was done, taking her cell phone with him. she had a heavy coat, so she had found a patch of grass and used the coat as a blanket, sleeping there for the night. when she woke up, she went to the doctor, who told her she was pregnant. he told her her options, but she told him there was no way in hell she was getting an abortion. she was not going to kill her own child. it wasn't the baby's fault the man had been awful.

so cami was born. rachel, her mother, was a real estate agent. she worked countless hours and made quite enough money for the two of them to live comfortably on. they lived in a two-bedroom apartment with rachel's best friend, eliza. eliza was like a second mother to cami. she was basically the live-in maid. she wasn't paid for it, but rachel bought her everything she needed and wanted, so eliza never complained. she also worked a three-hour shift at the waffle house down the street every day, but that didn't pay much. eliza lived with the two women until she met harold, a truck driver who had stopped at the waffle house and struck up a conversation with her. they went on a few dates, and two weeks after meeting each other, they were engaged. everyone could see that they were soul mates. harold had a daughter, isabella. izzy was five at the time, the same age as cami. izzy got to be the flower girl because she was the groom's daughter. so rather than making cami feel bad, eliza told her that she had a special job for her. cami got to be the wedding photographer. granted, there was a real photographer, but cami got to do the behind-the-scenes stuff. all the getting-ready shots and shots of the guests were her job. and after the wedding, cami got to help put together the scrapbook. that wedding was when cami fell in love with photography and scrapbooking. she decided that when she grew up she was going to be a famous wedding photographer and scrapbooker. she decided it was her life's dream.

eliza and rachel remained close after eliza's wedding. eliza and izzy came over almost every day. harold was often driving his truck. izzy and cami became close friends nearly immediately. soon, they did everything together. they were inseparable. there was no one that could ever come between them. harold became the father cami had never had, and rachel and eliza became the mothers that izzy never had. they were like one big, happy family.

then came the day that rachel quit being a real-estate agent. she was just tired of it, and she had saved enough money to live on while she went back to school to become a journalist. while she was excited, she was also slightly upset at the thought of not having a job, so she was a bit distracted when she was driving home. she never noticed the drunk driver barreling straight toward her. she died almost instantly.

cami went to live with eliza, harold, and izzy. they were like family, so it wasn't that hard to make the transition, but the thought of being without her mother was painful to cami. she was thirteen at the time, and she started turning to smoking. by the time she was fourteen, she was smoking a pack of cigarettes a day. there was a little gas station around the corner from eliza's house that would sell cigarettes to minors, and cami was one of their best customers. all the money that rachel had left was cami's to use as she wished, and it was upwards of a million dollars. she got a debit card and a checking account, and eliza, cami's main authority figure now, never knew. cami would open the window in her third-story bedroom and smoke out the window. izzy was the only one that knew about cami's habit, and she was constantly trying to convince the girl to stop. but cami refused.

for cami's sixteenth birthday present, she was sent to bouscher, a dream of hers since her mother died. leaving izzy was hard, but she dealt with it. she was happy to be going.

cami's now in her fourth and last year here, about to graduate with a major in photgraphy and a minor in art. she's happy, and she still smokes every day, though she's cut down to only about four cigarettes a day. she doesn't drink too often, maybe having a beer at parties or a couple shots of tequila if she's playing a drinking game and she doesn't do drugs. she's not a slut, but she will sleep with her boyfriend if they've been dating for a few weeks.

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