I swear when I'm old enough I will go to that court and change my freaking name! I thought.

I sat at my desk and made a list of name choices.

What names don't start with P?

I started to jot my ideas down.

Sally
Haley
Eve
Sara
Scarlet
Emily
Monica
Jen
Genesis
Ava

And, well, you get the point. Then I heard pounding on my door.

"What." I spat.

"Can we come in?"

"Hmmm, let me think. NOO." I said.

"PAM MARIE STERNS LET US IN RIGHT NOW OR YOUR GROUNDED!"

"Cool," I said,"I'd much rather be in here than out there."

"What are we going to do with her?" I heard Dad ask Mom.

"Can we at least talk to you through the door?"

"Nope!!"

I smirked, well, because, they couldn't see me.

"Well too bad we are going to anyway. So, Pammy, we are sorry and we want to--"

Their talking was interrupted by me who was putting on some music.

"Pam. Marie. Sterns. Turn the music down right now and listen to what I have to say!"

"You can't make me!"

"That's it I'm coming in!!"

They tried opening the door but it was locked. I did an evil laugh while watching them try to open the door.

Then I heard a really loud thud.

Oh my gosh are they so desperate they are seriously breaking the door down? Well I don't care because they are the ones who are going to have to end up paying for it. I thought.

I turned off my music because I wanted to hear if they were going to back talk me. But it was silent.

Then my stomach growled.

Darn it.

I checked under the door and noticed Mom's shoes were still there. She's a germaphobe so she likes to wear shoes around the house. However, Dads feet were gone.

Well, I could survive without food until she gets tired of waiting. I pondered.

So I sat on my bed and grabbed the book I was currently reading, Paper Towns by John Green. I pulled out my bookmark and placed it next to me on my bed. Then I read.

After about 20 minutes of reading, I decided to check under the door again.

I laid on the floor, stomach to the ground and looked under the door. As I did so, my stomach growled once again.

Her shoes were still there.

Wait a minute....

They are just tricking me!! It was like that Diary of a Wimpy kid movie!!

I opened the door and just as I thought, her shoes were there but not her feet.

I wonder how grossed out she must feel...

I closed the door silently and locked it from the outside. Then I snuck over to the kitchen to find....

"Cameron?" I asked, forgetting that I was ignoring my parents.

"Pam! There you are!" He said.

"How did you get in my house?" I wondered aloud.

"Your parents," he replied.

"How do you know where I live?!?!?!"

"I asked the office."

"WHY?!?!?!"

Then he walked up to me. He shooed my parents out of the room. They scurried out of the kitchen.

Uh-oh, I thought.

He was like 5 inches from me.

Oh my god what the what is happening somebody explain.

"To do this," he said, trying to crash his lips onto mine.

"I don't think so," I said, covering his mouth with my hand.

He jerked back in surprise, with a hurt look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I-I- don't know what I was thinkin--" he stuttered.

"What's the real reason your here?" I asked.

He sighed.

"Mr. Barley told me that you have to tutor me," he mumbled.

"What?"

"MR. BARLEY TOLD ME YOU HAVE TO TUTOR ME!!" He half-yelled.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," I repeated. I don't want to tutor him? I didn't want to tutor Cameron, who was dumb, rude, good-looking, wait, WHAT?

"Cool," I finally said.

"Great! Let's get started..." He said clasping his hands together.

"Come to my room," I sighed. Then he followed me there. On the way, I pointed to the rooms he are not allowed to go in which was just my parents bedroom. Then I showed him where the bathroom was, and then we went into my room.

As I walked in, I tripped over Mom's shoes.

"ARGGHHHH!" I growled.

I stood back up and kicked the shoes in frustration, while Cameron looked at me like I was an alien with 7 eyes.

"Sit." I instructed. He sat on my bed and opened his textbook up and I opened mine.

"So, Cameron, the word 'consign' means:
A. A person who doesn't want to sign something,
B. To deliver something to someone,
C. A sign that has the word CON on it, or
D. To steal something." I asked.

"Uh.... A?" He guessed.

"Wrong," I said, firmly.

"B?"

"Correct!" I congratulated.

This was going to be a long year.