What she did know was that whatever he was saying was some serious Cammie-happy-hour stuff. This was a movie plot, not her life. She was just some problem child with shit parents and a kid brother. Her genre of movie was the slice-of-life underdog tragedy on a good day. The shard, the time travelling, it was just a narrative device to drive home a theme or make a really big metaphor or something. It wasn't supposed to be a plot coupon she cashed in after her... what, sixteenth birthday? She was seventeen now, so it was a year late anyway.
Life wasn't supposed to be like a movie at all, no matter what Cammie said. She'd have been plenty happy going her whole life without the fantasy knocking on her door. It was probably karma coming to bite her in the ass for using the shard after she'd figured out what it did, instead of throwing it away like she should've done. All she'd ever done with it was shoplift and run away from problems.