The lost heart

                                                                                 Prologue

                           Its 2014 and I'm packing my bags. I took a month off of school to go to a vacation  heading towards the philippines. It's February 13, and in five and a half month's my birthday will come and I will be 16-years-old. I should be happy right!?! But that's not the case. I'm sad, lonely, and upset... I probably look like an emotionless freak who gave up on love and life. Well I guess it can't be helped. Considering, the fact that I haven't loved or have been loved by anyone for the past fifteen and a half years. All I know is I feel... "Empty." After I packed my bags I went outside and into the car.

                               "Cassandra get out of the car now!" My step-dad yelled.

                                Uh... What now!?! I thought dragging my ass out of the car. I got out of the car and stared at him. You see staring at your parents is kind of like challenging a ninja to a duel. Well at least that's what my parents always say. If you ask me it kind of makes me feel uncomfortable. You see in most families the relationship you have with your parents is kind of like alpha and omega. One has to be the alpha and one has to be the omega in my case I'm mostly the..... Omega. Kind of embarrassing, but true. Anyways my dad ordered me to get the other bags so I grab one but to my surprise..... Well it's not really surprising but... To my surprise I couldn't carry the bags. It was so freak'en  heavy that I thought my arms we're going to fall off. So, I had my brother blake help me. 

                      After we got the rest of the bags we went in the car and went to a trip down, chicago.    I looked outside for a while. It started snowing. I stared at the snow falling until it eventually melted into the concrete. The snow was Beautiful. It was Beautiful in a good yet bad way. The feeling I was having was like... Like this was the last time I'm every going to see this white treasure again. In my opinion this feeling felt "Creepy" with a capital "C." Anyways, I stared at it so long that I started daydreaming. I was daydreaming about the happy times in my life. Sometimes I make fake memories for myself. It's interesting even though I clearly new they were fake memories. It's.... Fun. Don't judge me okay I'm weird and I have no life I can't help it. And.... Cassandra. Cassandra. CASSANDRA! Huh!?!

                             "Get the bags were at the airport." My parents yelled.

                              " Oh.... Ok." I said grabbing some bags.

                          Everyone had a bag in there hand including my kid sister, Samzter. My brother Blake didn't seem to have any trouble at all carrying the bags. It's not really surprising because he's big boned. He's not fat just... Big boned.