If We Survive

Chapter 36: April Fools Special

Yay it's April Fools

Aka Anna Christmas

Anna as in me Anna

Not as in annoying 10-year-old Anna

Who toates isn't a self-instert

I really need to come up with better charicter names. 

We go from Dee to Lee and later on there's an L 

I'm just lazy

Like honestly if this ever becomes popular, dafaq are we going to do about ship names 

Oh wait this is about the apacolypse and not romance

I forgot after the past sixteen chapters pretty much being about Dee

Who is dead btw 

What is this Tumblr format

I don't know myself 

But this AN is getting rather rediculeus 

Phonetic spelling 

(Oh btw this chapter has nothing to do with apRIL FOOLS!) 

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015. Approx. 4 months before the disaster. 

54 F indoors 

For as long as Cassidy could remeber, she loved April Fools Day. 

The blessed holiday fell during Spring Break, a few days into the relaxation and bliss of sitting around the house with nothing to do. 

Of course, Cassy got out of the house as much as possible, especially in thise days, when life was getting tough for Jacob and he pretty much took it out on the parents. It hardly even mattered when the two of them fought; it was a weekly occorence, but mom and dad hadn't stolen his iPod or screwed up his ciling fan or really ever done anything but love him. 

She hated how unfair everything seemed to be. 

Today, though, was different. 

Pinkie, her best friend was in Boston, with her family- they had talked the past few nights ("You just can't keep away from me." She had said, after six requests to Skype.) 

Her mother, though, had set her up to go to the mall with a nieghbor girl on the first, keeping her out of the house. 

Cassidy was not in the least bit suprised- she had gotten up at the crack of dawn to rearrange the whole of the kitchen. 

Needless to say, Mrs. James was not pleased. 

Cassy was always the short of black sheep of her family, although she never would've seen it. Sure, she fit in like a square peg in- well, you get the picture. But that's the way it always was- she knew no other life. 

Always being the misfit gave her the aura of fitting in. 

It's a sort of psycological thing. 

It was pouring down rain, as Cassy cut across the too-green-to-be-true golf corse. On days like these, she thought of Scotland and Irland- where was that place, in that James Bond movie, with the pretty, old manor? 

All of the houses in her subdivison were named after Egyptian sort of things- Nile, Pharoh, Ramses, that sort of thing. 

Angela was a normal-looking girl who couldn't stand out in a crows in she tried. They had been friends, before Cassy was shipped off to boarding school.