[center][h2][color=0072bc]Cameron Clayton[/color][/h2][/center]

Cameron had woke up that morning feeling rested, to say the least, despite the fact that she had stayed up later than usual. She had took a shower, brushed her teeth, got dressed and dried her hair in a matter of about thirty minutes. Cameron absently minded thought that she didn't hear her father moving around. Perhaps he was still asleep or out in the town somewhere. She walked across the cold hard wood floors barefoot to her bedroom, leaving the door open behind her. She took a deep breath. What did her father have planned today? Perhaps nothing, in which case she would call up some of her friends. Surely they could figure something out. Cameron grabbed a book off her shelf, opening it to the last page she had left off on and plopping down on her bed. She quickly lost herself in the story. The sound of a car pulling up in the drive caught her attention as she looked up for a split second. There was the possibility that it was no one. People turned around in the drive all the time. Brushing the feeling off, she returned to her book. That was until she heard someone rummaging around outside, along with the sound of her Aunts voice and knocking on the door. She quickly closed her book and walked to the door, opening it with a smile on her face to find her aunt looking around for something. 

[color=0072bc]"Could we go for pancakes Aunt Mo,"[/color] she asked as another vehicle pulled into the drive. It was the Sheriffs truck, evident by the official word painted on the side. Cameron raised an eyebrow in suspicion as the Sheriff got out of his truck, asking his aunt if anything was wrong. [color=0072bc]"Everything's fine here, Sheriff,"[/color] she answered herself. [color=0072bc]"Anything we can help you with this morning?"[/color]