Cass's POV
I woke up to my alarm clock blaring Lorde. "Oh gosh" I thought. Im gonna be late. I grabbed my phone, checked the time which read 6:15. School starts at 6:45. I quickly ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on makeup, and combed my hair. I ran back to my room and checked the clock. It read: 6:28. I ran to my closet and got out the outfit that I had picked out from the night before. I thought back to last night - my parents arguing, then making up, then arguing and so on. No dinner last night either. I quickly undressed, but took a second to look in the mirror. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my head and quickly got changed. I wore a pair of high-waisted shorts, a baggy t-shirt that I had tucked in, and a flannel over it. I then grabbed my phone, backpack and left for the car. My mom waiting in the car wished me good luck.
When I had gotten in the school I went to my locker. As I was unloading my books from my backpack into my locker I had seen Meredith come around behind me and give me a hug. I turned around and told her I hadn't seen her in forever. We talked for a little while, but then had to hurry and get to class so we were not tardy.
As I walked into English, I saw all my friends in the back corner. We had started telling eachother about our summer vacation and what we did when we saw our teacher come into the room. He had stood there waiting for about 5 minutes until everyone was seated. He was an okay teacher - nothing really special about him. He was a new teacher, and was obviously a little bit nervous, but overall he was fine. When the bell finally rang I quickly got up and went to my next class.
After Math, Social Studies and Science It finally was lunch. Lunch was okay, but Meredith was a little suspicious that I hadn't had a lunch. I told her I forgotten it and then I tried to bring up another topic. She had still seemed suspicious though.
"At last!" I thought as the 7th period bell rang. I finally got to go to my favorite class .... art. We had gotten a new art teacher this year, and I was pretty excited about it. I heard he was a younger teacher - meaning he just got out of college. As I walked into the art room I took a seat in the back. Once everyone was settled, the art teacher, whose name I did not know, stood up and cleared his throat to get everyones attention.
He started of by telling everyone his name - which was Jack. He had us call him by his first name because he wanted just to be another classmate. He started by taking attendance, and then he started off by telling us the rules.. well one rule. He said to draw, paint or create your thoughts.
"Oh Crap." I thought.
