What Feels Right

Chapter 1

My Life

Thats a picture of Cassie

She looks so happy there

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Hello, am Cassie Roland, and this is my life.

"Hey Cassie, get here!", mum calls from her room.

"Uugghh, what is it this time", I say in my head.

"Am coming mum!", I shout back. I run up to her room hoping she wont tell me to help one of her friends.....again.

"I know you have been busy, so i looked up the list for you. Your name appeared, you are going to college!!", she cries happily.

"Don't play with me mum, are you serious. Oh My God!!!! I made it", I jump up almost touching the stars.

And that's how it started.....well half of it. Lets go back a bit.

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"This isn't fair, why would you do such a thing, am a human being to you know!" Cries 14 year old Cassie trying to stand up to her bullies.(Note: she wore glasses and pony tails and her bully is a Jock and a jerk).

"Oh shut up. You should be happy we pay attention to you nerssie", John snickered (Another note: "nerssie" combination of nerd and Cassie).

"John! What are you doing with that?!" Called Stacy, aka "school slut".

I mean she has literally slept with every Guy in school just 'cause she has blue eyes and blonde hair and has boobs half the size of watermelons and wears short skirts, she thinks she owns the school and she is dating John.

Don't get me wrong, the Guy is a jerk but she could at least pipe it down. And am sure you have guessed already, I am kind of a nerd, and those guys are the popular kids.

"Don't worry babe, will be sure not to finish her off. You could end it", said John.

"Na, i don't want to get any of that", pointing at me, "on my body", Stacy said.

"Go away and leave me alone!". I shout, "please?".

"We don't listen to you so shut up", says Jason, John's bestie who held the bag where the egg shells were.

"Yeah, shut up", whines Trish, Stacy's bestie.

You see there is one thing they all have in common that i don't, and no it isn't the bitchiness or the jerkatude (made that up, i think its pretty nice).

No, not those, I am talking about the fact that they all have besties and i don't, i don't even have a friend. And that ladies and gentle men is how my life went. I was the girl that was simultaneously loved by the teachers and hated by the students. How the hell did I turn out to be like this

"Why do they have to be such assholes", I mutter under my breath.

Right now am crying in the girls bathroom, trying yo wash of the smell from my hair. It was rotten egg.

I know am supposed to be strong willed and all and I am its just that I like to let loose sometimes so i wont have anything hanging on my chest.

It would be better if i had at least a friend to share with but its all me now.

I walk back home like i always do after school. I remember what my dad used to say before he died.

"Cassie, I named you after the constellation Cassiopeia, you shouldn't see yourself as one find friends and don't be scared. No matter what happens I will be here for you, you are my star, my darling Cassie".

I hold those words dear to my heart, literally. I have a necklace that have those words written around the pendant. Well at least half of it. The other half is in my bracelet.

Neither my mum nor I talk about dad anymore. I don't think my mum has moved on. He died 4 years ago and she hasn't gotten over it. It was a tragic death. Its not your normal cliché ,' I had a fight with my husband, he walked away and got hit by a bus ', he just slumped and was rushed to the hospital.

"Ma'am, your husband was diagnosed with COPD which is Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease. It affects the lungs and is usually a result of smoking", the doctor said after my mum and I entered his office.

"But he stopped smoking a long time ago, how is this possible?", cried mum.

"The damage must have been done already. Am sorry, but we lost him ". Said the doctor.

And my mum broke down. I did too, but I had to stay strong for her. I think she blames herself. Sometimes I wish she would just move on, I mean, it's been 4 years. Dad wasn't coming back, and she still had her life.

I got home tired, not wanting to talk at all. School is all fun and games kids, it's not.

"Hey mum, am home", I shouted. I got to the dinning table and woa. My mum, holding hands with another man. I guess I spoke too soon.

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My first story, not sure about the storyline yet.