The Three of You

March 20

West Brooke High, the capital of the world. Okay, not literally, but it feels like it. In reality, West Brooke is just a random school in the Northeast. Vermont to be exact. I didn't grow up in Vermont. Home will forever be Massachusetts. The town I lived in is so small it's not even worth mentioning.

But I've put all of this behind me. West Brooke is my home now, and West Brooke High is my school. And I wouldn't change a thing. Except for this one small thing...

Cassidy Anderson. Both of them actually. See, it's not them as people, it's just their names. It was odd to have two unrelated Cassidy Andersons in the same school, but a third? That's just impossible. Until I showed up, the third Cassidy Anderson.

There was a rumor going around at the beginning of the school year that we were all secretly clones of each other set out to kill our classmates. That died after about a month, because even though we have the same name, the three of us are nothing alike.

Cassidy Anderson. Tall, blonde, gorgeous. The stereotypical popular cheerleader. Kind of. When most people describe this kind of character, they add one thing that Cassidy is not. Mean. Despite being the popular blonde cheerleader who pulls all the guys, she's anything but a bully. Well, at least to me. I don't really know how she treats other people. I try to keep the other Cassidys out of my life as much as I can.

Cassidy Anderson the second. Gorgeous caramel skin, pink lips, also tall. She reminds me of the main character of some cheesy teen "oh I'm not popular but I find a group of misfit friends and now life is fun" kind of thing. Her and her group of "misfit friends" I like to call, book club mini because they're a group of huge book nerds. Their group is so stereotypical it makes me sick. It's kind of funny though, just how stereotypical they are. I remember yesterday when Cassidy held the door for me when I was still a good 10 yards away and I had to run because of human decency or some shit. That wasn't the worst part though, the worst part was muttering a pathetic eye contactless "thank you" as I walked in the door. Like I said, I try to keep the other Cassidys out of my life as much as I can.

Cassidy Anderson the third. Also known as the best Cassidy Anderson at West Brooke High! Me! How would I describe myself? Problematic. Or if we're going with how I started the other introductions, short, insanely hot, chaotic. Okay, the "insanely hot" part is an exaggeration. In reality, i'm flat as a pancake. But people tell me I look like an anime girl. Okay one person tells me that I look like an anime girl. But that's not important! My voice is super high pitched which leads to... the squeaks. I squeak when surprised. I squeak when excited. I squeak when sneezing... I just have a quiet high pitched sneeze. It's not my fault though, it runs in the family! Why am I problematic? Well, I tend to over-exaggerate everything for comedic effects, I'm kind of mean, I swear a lot, I get high off of sugar, I'm a huge crystal geek, I'm kind of psychic, I LOVE anime! And cute things! It's kind of an obsession. I have a whole wardrobe of Lolita dresses. I carry around a jar of my blood. Oh that last one is a bit extreme, but not if you know me personally. Actually I tried to- never mind that. Hearing all of this, you may think I'm super outgoing and extroverted. WRONG. Most of the time, I'm the weird girl who draws by herself in the corner. I never speak up in class. And you couldn't pay me to speak to people I don't know. Okay maybe you could, I'm broke. I know my personality is a huge dumpster-fire of all the bad personalities pushed into one, but I'm the best Cassidy Anderson and that makes me feel way better than a normal personality ever would!

I'll let you in on a secret here, I hate the other Cassidys. If they had a different name than me maybe I would like them a little bit, but they would probably just be invisible to me. I don't really know why I hate them actually, it might be because we have the same name but I don't know. I can't really explain it.

Upon arriving at West Brook High, it became clear to me that this wouldn't be just an ordinary school. West Brooke is one of the best public schools in all of the United States, but also one of the smallest. Everyone knows each other, they all hang out every weekend, they always include everyone. That's how I see it. But after a while here I decided that I don't belong. I am not included, no one hangs out with me, and no one knows me as well as my friends from Massachusetts. I am simply made to be a watcher in this crazy show. It's fine though. I love watching.

"Cassidy! Psst! Hey, Cassidy!"

I felt someone tapping on my head. I look up.

"Ughhh, Chad what is it?" I said groggily. But I totally wasn't sleeping in class!

"Cassidy did you do the Science homework?" Chad asked.

"Science-? Oh, yeah."

"Can I copy it? Please, please, please, please?" Chad begged.

He kept on going and going until I finally said fine to shut him up.

"Thank you so much Cassidy, I owe you."

"Sure." I plopped my head down on my desk again and began to drift to sleep.