Have you ever gotten mad at a freind for saying your middle name? Or that annoying teacher calling you your full name? Well my name puts that all to shame. My name is Cassandra Renee Amelia Zilly Yank, if you haven't noticed, my initials are C.R.A.Z.Y. which makes sense, since my name drives me nuts. Why would anyone give their child such a large name You ask? Well you obviously haven't met my mother. Ms. Lauren Yank is one of the most uptight people I have ever met. She is a lawyer, living in a gated community with her perfect daughter, and Perfect husband. NOT. My mom, Ms. Lauren Yank is a lawyer, and she lives in a perfect gated community. But not with a perfect daughter , and certainly not a husband. My father left when I was four, and never looked back. She didn't take it well, needless to say, my equally as uptight grandmother moved in and I was raised to be perfect. Naturally, I wasn't. Their idea of perfect was a girly, neat, balenced, pretty, and flawless girl who did dressage. But they were stuck with me. I am a total tomboy, and the messiest most clumsy person I know. I was far from flawless, and to their dismay, I was not a dressage girl, I was a barrel racer. They were less than pleased. And I didn't care.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my mother walk In to my room. "Knock much?" I asked her. she brushed my comment off and started talking. "Cassandra,you need to come downstairs ." I looked up from my drawing. "Why?" I asked lazily. I was comfortable, moving would ruin it. "you have a visitor out front" she stated. I was up in an instant and halfway out the door before I ran back in for a jacket. It was September and starting to get cold. I rushed back downstairs again and out the front door. Straight into a tall man in a black suit. "Oh...um... sorry... I... just... wait who are you?" I stumbled over the words as I struggled to regain my balance. he said nothing but gestured for me to follow him to a sleek black car. I hesitated, but followed anyway, nothing could be worse than the wrath of my mother. I hopped in the back seat and the driver set off. I smelled something sweet and my eyelids started to feel heavy. And that's when everything faded to black. I was on the road to gods knows where with people if never met, on the way to fates calling
