Song: gotta be somebody by Nickleback.
Cassidy's POV
"I can't do it." I whined. I grabbed the railing with full strength. "I hate this Ugh."
"Yes you can." My aunt grabbed my hand. "Imagine that warm chicken sandwhich in your mouth.And if your good, i will even buy you a milkshake."
She dragged me along with her even though I HATED to be dragged to places. argh. I sighed as we walked through the doors. Everyone stopped to stare at us. Ally was kind of famous, and the people knew it.
"OMG IS THAT ALLY SMITH???" and "SHE IS SUCH A GREAT MODEL" and even "Lets take a selfie with ALLY FREAKING SMITH."
I shook my head as swarms of people gathered around her. Several pictures were taken of me but I snuck away into the bathroom. I took out my phone and texted Ally.
ME: Just get me a sandwich. CHICKEN PLEASE..I am in the bathroom. lol
She texted back almost immediately. Ally: OR NAH. jk Love you. I will.
I texted her back LOL and leaned against the wall. I looked over at my reelection in the mirror and I gasped. My face was swollen and red and there were bruises all the way up my neck. I pulled my jacket sleep uo to reveal my scarred arm. The cuts were deep and red and nasty. I think back to NOT having a parent and the kids my age these days WISH they didn't have a parent, and they treat their own parents like crap. NOT ME. I would like to meet these parents of mine and just talk and talk all day with them. I bet I have my mothers eyes. And my dad hair. My mothers body.
My phone goes off next to me and I pull my sleeve back down. It was a text.
unknown: Hey :)
me: hi? Do i know you?
Unknown: Mostly. Well within about 15 minutes of knowing me, you tripped and fell onto my lap, you punched my jaw, then i almost got into a fist fight with an emo kid then you got choked.
Unknown: Its Dylan. :)
me: OOOHHHHHHHH. hey dylan 🐵 . good to hear from you when your NOT insulting someone.
Dylan: LOL. Your aunt gave me your number. I was hoping you were okay?
He cares. 😍 aww.
Me: yeah i am alright. I am hiding in the bathroom though. lol
Dylan: WHY?
Me: My aunt is a famous model. paparazzi.
Dylan: were you at? your house?
Me: nah. we are at mickey dees.
Dylan: ohhh. okay. That makes sense, i guess. 😈
Me: yeah. so what up?
This was awkward.
Dylan: I was wondering if you would like to hang out sometime...you can say no.
Me: aww. thats sweet. Sure. I would like to hang out with you sometime. How about today? its saturday. i can hang out today. can you?
I didn't know why, but I was excited to hang out with Dylan. He saved my life. I owed him a few hours of my time.
Dylan: Sure. I will come to micdonalds. how about that?
Me: sure. Let me ask my aunt.
Dylan: okay
Me: she said yeah. see you in a few.
Dylan: kk.
