Who Knew Emos Had Superpowers!

Chapter 4

I opened the front door of my home and breathed like I never breathed air before. Home sweet home. No wait, not sweet. I just moved. I hate this place. So Home fake home. Ahh, that sounds better.

"Cassie, do you expect me to take the groceries all by myself?" my mom said from our minivan.

I turned around and dropped my tote on the porch. I skipped up to her as she held out several plastic Kroger bags. I took the bags and turned back into the house. The bags were strangely light, and I know I'm not carrying any bread in them. I look inside them and see that there were 2 gallons of 2% milk and 2 boxes of Frosted Flakes cereal. That's weird. Usually if I'm just carrying a dozen eggs I'd fall backwards. I'm not all that fit. Even though I am slim, I do lots of sports, I can't carry things without my face sweating and turning red.

But I ignored this. I might have grown my strength. If that were ever possible.

After putting the milk into the refrigerator and the cereal box into the pantry, I stomped upstairs and striped into the Chicago Cubs basketball shorts with my 5th grade DARE t-shirt that use to be at my knees but now at my waist.

I sat on the side of my bed next to my nightstand where I put my cell phone. I knew Chicago was an hour back, so I had to wait another hour till Kayla got home from school. Mom was probably on her laptop writing this novel she kept blabbing to me about on our ride back from school. Dad hadn't come home yet, he might come later in the evening. So I decided on looking through photos on my phone.

It isn't the most entertaining thing to do, but I was trying to keep my mind from thinking about what happened today.

After sitting with the emos at lunch, they wouldn't let go of me. I had at least one of them in each of my classes and in between classes, they'd pop up right next me, which got me everytime so I'd jump all freaked out. Once I even screamed when Andy came from behind me. He laughed at me until the end of day.

I found it sort of annoying; people wearing black and look gloomy with their face straight and tons of eye liner following a girl that's wearing bright clothes and her face isn't as pale as theirs.

But when I thought back on my day, I remembered Luke and Mariah's conversation that I somehow managed to overhear without them noticing someone was eavesdropping.

I was still poking my brain for any theory on what they were talking about. They didn't have any key words, so I wasn't sure if they were talking about their clique or me becoming an emo (which is so creepy cause I'd never cut myself). But the freakiest part of the whole conversation was when Luke said Zack knew me forever. What is that suppose to me? Is he some stalker or something? Did they know I was moving there? Because if Zack did know me, I would know him too right? But I don't remember any guy named Zack, except for my lab partner, Zack O'Reilly but he had freckles. This Zack had fair skin.

Was that why Luke said Zack didn't want to see me get hurt? Because he so-called knew me?

This was all too freaky. Getting this kind of information on your first day of school in a new state makes you wonder if Connecticut is State of the Stalkers.

Tomorrow, I decided, that I'm going to avoid this group of emo-freaky stalkers. I'm not going to answer any of their questions. I might even ignore them too. I hope they get the message.

I went down stairs and into the living. Mom was on the couch typing on her laptop. The television was on, an episode of Oprah was on. I flopped next to her and watched it. It isn't something I'd watch; I'd usually flipped the channel to MTV, but I thought that the music would distract my mom.

After a good hour of watching an episode of medical mysteries, and telling my mother I was making a phone call, I skipped upstairs and into my room. I stopped and looked down at my feet.