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Chapter 2

The next day

"Cass wake up!" My mom shouted.

I rolled out of bed and rolled my eyes, not bothering to reply. I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection: Tanned Indian skin, brown eyes, skinny, mid length wavy hair. I smiled. I was just your average pretty girl. At 17 I liked to think I had achieved a lot. I wasn’t sporty but I was academically gifted, well not at maths but everything else was great! I loved history with a passion and hoped to study it at university, well that was not going to happen now was it. I was a generally calm person and I was never one to get angry. The novelty of school dramas and cat fights ended long ago, I just wanted to survive high school and maybe travel the world. Boys. Pretty much non-existent. Growing up in an Indian family meant that boys were a no go, if they even saw me sitting next to a boy on the bus the aunties would be calling up.

All this thinking was getting me late though and a little depressed, I’m not going to lie.  I jumped in the shower, brushed my teeth and shoved on some ballet flats, skinny jeans and a off the shoulder jumper. Getting dressed for school was always difficult, just because I couldn’t talk to boys didn’t mean I had to dress like a tramp.

Walking downstairs I realised how empty it felt. My dad left when I was 12 and my older sister was at university. I skipped breakfast and started my journey to school #Joy.

*At school*

"Hey Cassie" My best friend Tia said. I sat down next to her and smiled. Our group was a hard one to explain. We were all different, yet we all loved each other. Ti was the quite innocent one but when you got to know her you realised just how violent she was. Spencer was the sporty practical one who dreamed of running away from home and rebelling against her family. And finally, there was Aria. Aria was the feminist and bisexual of the group and enjoyed a good rant. We had a bit of a love hate relationship. Both of us being opinionated meant that arguments were the norm of the group.

We walked through the halls having mindless chit chat. I asked her how her weekend was and she asked me why I was at the hospital, “It was nothing.  Just a check up on my asthma.” I stated, hoping she wouldn’t see through my lie.

An awkward silence followed.

"Tia my mom is asking the principal if I can be home schooled." I said quietly when we finally reached our destination- maths.

"Oh. Wow. What brought this on? I thought everything was fine." She said, running a hand through her hair.

"I know I’m sorry it’s just everything that happened with Allison has just shook me up. My mom thinks it’s for the best.” I babbled. Hoping she wouldn’t question me further.

“No its ok I understand. She told you everything didn’t she?” She whispered quietly.

The conversation ended abruptly when our maths teacher walked in. The lesson consisted of me looking down and pretending to concentrate when he would ask a question and me copying of Tia like there was no tomorrow. I was rubbish at maths, accept and embrace it. When the bell rang, we all ran out of the room. However, he pointed at me and gestured for me to wait behind. I quickly pulled down my skirt and asked Tia to wait for me. But all he did was thrust letter into the palm of my hand and shoed me out the classroom.

“What did he want?” Tia asked curiously.

“He gave me the letter, I think the principal has given me permission to be home schooled.”