A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 7

I knew that something else awful would happen...and it turned out that I was right.

On Wednesday, April 15, I discover that -

"Cassie, Cassie. Cassandra Nicole Somers, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" I hear Mom yell at the top of her lungs.

"I'm up, I'm up!" I yell, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Get ready for school, you overslept by 15 minutes." Mom demands.

"Ugh, I don't wanna," I groan, lying back down.

Mom scowls at me. "Cassie. Do not argue with me or you're grounded. GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THE BED AND GET READY FOR SCHOOL, goddamn it."

With a scowl printed across my face, I crawl out of bed. "Okay, Mom. BYE...." I wave my hand towards the door.

Mom shakes her head in amusement and annoyance as she exits my bedroom.

I do not feel like going to school today.

Today isn't the first day I didn't feel so well. I felt sick yesterday and Monday and last weekend. I've been vomiting, craving unusual foods (potato chips which I usually hate and chocolate chip ice cream), experiencing mood swings (jumping from mood to mood like sad to annoyed to mad to lovable to nice), and my period is 2 weeks late.

I'm not myself at all...

Could I be - 

Nah, I assure myself. I can't be. It's highly unlikely that I'm -

My thoughts are interrupted by the time on the alarm clock: 6:50 AM.

I change into an oversized, baggy, black T-shirt layered with a gray fleece Northface jacket, black leggings, and red high-top sneakers.

I brush my hair and style it into 2 French braids and attach the ends with red hair bows.

I apply my makeup: winged eyeliner, nude eyeshadow, blush, and red lipstick.

Before leaving the bathroom, I brush my teeth.

I return to my bedroom, grab my backpack and purse and iPhone 4, and exit the bedroom.

I enter the kitchen at 7:10 (I managed to get ready in 20 minutes, wow!) to eat breakfast.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Mom asks me, concerned, as she studies me.

I think about answering honestly, but decide not to. "I'm fine, Mom. Just a little tired." 

"Hmm. Okay, sweetie." Mom answers, sounding suspicious.

I fix myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich, grapes, and a granola bar. I gobble it all up. I drink a glass of orange juice.

By 7:25, I'm ready to leave for school.

"Hey, Mom, can you drive me to school?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure, sweetie." Mom replies with a closed smile.

Mom is so pretty. She looks exactly like me with her dark brown hair and blue-green eyes and fair skin; she's shorter than me (5'4) and weighs less than me (100 pounds). Mom's currently dressed in light blue scrubs, prepared for another shift at Dover General Hospital.

"Thanks," I say appreciatively with a  closed smile.

We hop into Mom's white BMW X6 (a really, really nice car she bought 2 years ago). 

Mom checks her appearance in the rearview mirror. She sighs and puts her hair up in a messy bun and applies a little bit of lipstick. 

"You look great, Mom," I tell her. She really does look great - greater than great.

"Ha ha, that's not true, but thanks, sweetie." Mom chuckles as she starts the car and drives down the road.

"Mom, you're ridiculous to think that you're not beautiful." I insist.

"You're so sweet."

"Yup." I wink.

We both chuckle.

10 minutes later, we're at Dover High School.

I'm about to climb out of the car but I unexpectedly...

Vomit.

"Ugh!" I groan as puke come out of my mouth and lands on the parking lot.

"Oh my God, Cassie!" Mom exclaims, shocked.

She jumps out of the car and hurries to me.

Everything is going black. 

1. 2. 3.

I faint.