Chapter 6
The next morning I awoke to the sun pouring through my window, and an anxious little girl jumping on the bed beside me.
“Cassie! Cassie! Wake up, Cassie! It’s morning, Cassie!” Liza chanted next to me.
In response I simply covered my head with a pillow and began playfully hitting her leg, “Where’s the snooze on this thing?!”
“I don’t have a snooze button, silly,” Liza said as she landed sitting cross legged next to me. I looked up at my clock. 9:52 it read. With a deep sigh I propped myself up on the bed, “Cassie, come on! I’m hungry!” Liza told me as she jumped off my bed and onto the carpet, swiftly running through my door.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I stood I felt a little dizzy, but when I got my balance back I followed Liza to the kitchen.
“Ok, milady,” I say with a formal sounding accent, “Here we have the glorious, scrumptious, and ever amaaaaaazing…Captain Crunch!” I say as I pull out the cereal and wave it in the air with a flourish. Laying it down on the table where Liza sat, I continued my breakfast introduction. “And to go with the firework of flavor, we have the fruit of the gods. The juicy and plump…Peach!”
“What about the milk?” Liza asks me as she rests her head in her hands.
“Oh yes! I glorious dairy product of great lineage. Found deep in the precious dairy cow, this magical liquid was received from the hard working hands of the men and women of the rural.” I tell Liza as I sit next to her in a wooden chair.
“I don’t understand half of what you just said, Cassie.”
“Well, you don’t need to. Use your imagination to understand,” I say leaning towards her.
“Like Spongebob?”
“Exactly like Spongebob,” I tell her as I stand and walk to the fridge to pull out the milk.
30 minutes, and three bowls of Captain Crunch later, Liza is laying in front of the television watching Disney Junior. Finding a moment to myself I turn on the radio, and turn it to my favorite station.
“I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field”
Cold Play pulses through the house and I find myself singing and dancing along with it. Not even caring that the curtains are wide open and anyone could see me. I feel like my old self again. I know you might not see it now, but when I was younger I was actually pretty crazy. I would belt out a song whenever I wanted. I used to climb out my window every night back when I lived in Manhattan with my parents. There was this old fire escape out my window…I’m still amazed my mother never caught me. She always said that thing was a death trap.
As I danced around the kitchen, thinking of my parents, I found myself oblivious to the world around me. Forgetting that I was in this old house instead of my parent’s apartment. Then my mind completely shifts direction, to Cooper.
Then my eyes drift to a piece of paper in the counter, his number he gave me the other day. I grasp it in my hand and think about how he made me laugh so easily. Closing my eye, I find myself with a serious dilemma on my mind.
1. Throw it in the trash and forget I ever met him
Or
2. Give him a call.
Decisions, decisions.
AUTHORS NOTE!!!!!!!!!
I know I don’t usually do author’s notes but I feel like I really need to write this one. I’M SOOOOO SORRY!!!!!!!!!! I know I haven’t updated for a long time and I know this is short and a filler chapter, but I need it to make the story progress and show that Liza and Cassandra do have a strong FRIENDSHIP type bond. I am starting school back up, so please, don’t expect me to update more than once a week. I promise to update by next Thursday. Hopefully on Wednesday.
-Tommi
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Prison Escape
Teen Fiction"He's not going to he happy..." These are the words Cassandra Madison lives with everyday. Watch as she and Liza try to find away to escape the prison they are trapped in.
