"even when i couldn't have you, i've always yearned for you."
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 priorities straight,
her future planned out.
until it all changed.
until she changed it.
all for art.
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stqargirl. 2024
started: june 28th
finished:
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CASSIE WHITTMAN was arguably one of the best 18 year old tennis players going, she had to be, she forced herself to be. cassie was always training, doing her best and working her ass off to prove everyone wrong, everyone, being her father. her father was her biggest motivation, when he was younger, the man was an absolute legend, winning 2 wimbledon titles, he was certainly up there with john mcenroe. and he was sure to make sure that cassie did the best she could.
her brother was her favourite family member, when they were 12, their mother, evaline, sadly passed away in a car accident, it tore the family apart.
cassie and her father were outside in their own tennis court, her father serving, "hit the fucking ball!" her father yelled, he was tall, very tan and slim for being a man in his early 50's.
cassie hit the ball back, trying to hit it with as much force as she could, "are you trying at all?" her father mocked, he hit the ball hard enough for cassie to just miss it, she just watched it fly past her.
her father shook his head at her, "just get inside and get ready." he spat, avoiding his daughter's eyes with fury. cassie nodded and went inside without a word. cursing under her breath as she walked along the gravel to the side door of the house, that so conveniently led to the kitten
"excited for the big game today?" daniel spoke, grabbing a carton of orange juice from the fridge, "oh, extatic" cassie spoke in a robot-like voice, sighing and rubbing her eyes, she was already dressed for the game so she'd have more time to mentally prepare when she gets there, and partially because she had to get up at 5am to 'warm up' as her father called it, cassie sat down in a stool that was located by the marble island in the kitchen, placing her tennis duffel bag beside her.
"well, me and dad are coming" he spoke, scrunching his face up as he knew cassie wouldn't like this, "dan, if i loose today i'll never hear the end of it." she sighed, groaning quietly.
"oh trust me i know, cass. you know i've already tried to stop him from coming." he spoke sympathetically.
"what else does he bloody want from me? i may aswell move back to england i swear." she sighed, the whitman's were famously British, but, cassie and daniel barley had an accent as the two had moved to the states when they were only 5. but, the two did enjoy the slang.
"i mean at least you got that scholarship?" her brother smiled, "yeah, you practically got handed it for football." she sighed, spinning in the stool, in response to her comment, daniel pushed her to the side, causing her to almost fall off her chair.
