Cassie

Chapter 1

Ok hello^^ hope u ppl like it..so sorry for the miss spells..I'm a very bad speller v.v

comment and tell me what you people think...do not take offence that her name is Cassie...and she died.. Plz dont hate me for that. Well on with the 1st chapter!

Chapter 1

" ....Witten on a bullet and Cassie pulled the trigger"

The lines to my favrite song woke me up.I strched my sore mucles and yawned a yawn that scared the cat off my bed. Ugh, I looked at my iPod. The date flashed bak at me .Today was July 1st. That ment I had a twelve hour long car drive to make. To see the 'sperm doaner' or my father. He wasn't actually a sperm doaner, he just never acted like a true father to me. I winced at the memeory of him breakig a paltr over my head and the whip leaving a burning trail across my shoulders and back.I gently felt the scars on my back.

I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry! But thoes trader tears spille over, and left a path down me cheeks where the ended up on my white comfortor.

I wiped the last of thoes evil tears away and looked at my phone. It was only 4:45 am-too earily If you ask me but my mom wanted to get an early start.

This would be the last time I would see my room for two months. My mom and made an agreement with the sperm doaner when I was little that I would go see him for my summer. Personalt it sucked. Big time, I couldn't go on trips with my mom around the world. I was stuck in a small town where it always smelle like pig. I looked around my so loved room. White was every where. And i do not jave some sick obsession where everything has to be clean and white. I just never really got the chance when we moved into the house. Even tho it was 14 years ago. I made a face at that thought and shook my head.

I slowly stood up walked over to my dresser to pack the rest of my cloths. It would be hotter in idiana that was for sure. But I still packed sweats and comfy clothes I liked. I would stay inside and read,draw, and paly piano. So a pretty boring summer.

"sweetie! Remeber Indiana is hot so no jeans" called my mom from the room next to mine. How many times had she reminded me me if that. I let a smug smile creep on my face an added ally jeans just to annoy the sperm doaner.

I finished pancking and headed down stairs with my pillow and my suit case. It might sound babish but in my pillow was a blanket Ive had since I was born. It was red and pink. I was addicted to thr thing even tho I was 17.

I slowly walked down the stairs. The stairs of my house creaked with every step I took, so did every step I took in the floor too. I was going to miss this house it has charm that newer houses today just didn't have. I left my stuff by the back door and started making coffee. I put down two piecies of bread in the toaster and taped my fingers impaciently.

"Be paicient! Nothing is going to happen in the next five minutes that we will have to bolt right out the door for" my mother said to me as she walked down the stairs. My mother was beautiful, unlike me. Her piteit figure and pale skin with beautiful complexion made her look like a model. She had the brightest hair I had ever seen. It was flaming red and cut in a spikey due. I studied her from behind. As she poured two travel mugs of coffee for us.

"We better get going, you know how your fathers temper can be." she looked at me with her light brown eyes that were crinkiling at the edges. But in reality she had no ideas how bad his temper was. I winced mentaly remebering. My mom shoved my bags and coffe cup into my hands

"you have your cell phone?"

"check" I replied

" iPod?" she asked