WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??

Sixteen

I stood and sared at Silvia's house, which was two houses away from Kim's.  It's so sad that this brainless monkey stays just 2 houses away from my friend's.  Silvia's house had the same shape as Kimberly's, but was totally painted thick pink, while Kim's was painted faded light red.

This exact colour itself revealed the personality of Silvia.  Several pranks that she'd played on me replayed inside my eyes.  I sighed, wishing I could think of some nice, but wicked, pranks to play on her.  To satisfy my Revenge Plans.

When I went home exhausted that night from Kim's home, there was someone waiting for me in my room.  She was happily lying on my bed, legs and arms stretched in a clumsy manner.  It was Cassie, the Orange woman.  Also known as my magic instructor.  In the Magical Society, she was called Storm.  I rolled my eyes.  I was NOT AT ALL ready for this.  I was already so tired and had so many other things in my mind.

She stepped off the bed and straightened her orange dress garments when I gave her a piercing glare for messing my bed.  I put my hands on my hips, both eyebrows raised questioning her presence.  Why was she here?  I didn't like her presence; her undefined presence, she could turn into orange mist and disappear anytime.  I shrugged off the uncomfortable feeling and opened my mouth to shoot a question at her.  "Why are you here?"

Her smile faded.  "Why are you being rude, Cross?  I'm your instructor."  She reminded me my magic-name which I seemed to have forgotten, and folded her arms around her chest.  Her harsh manine voice I had heard so many days ago was unchanged. "I've come here to warn you.  You need to really very careful, and I've informed you that earlier."  A sudden feeling of guilt swished into my head, and my angry gaze slipped down.  I knew what she was talking about.  About my mistake of using magic right in front of Kim.  I immediately wanted to apologize, but my throat seemed to be struck.

Cassie smirked and narrowed her eyes on me.  "You will never be able to get a wand for yourself,"  A wand??  Was I about to get a wand?  What is the use of wand?  I lifted my face with interest to look into her displeased eyes. "Plus," she added,"you can never go to an upgraded position in the magical society if you're careless like THIS."  She pointed out, making me feel embarrassed.  "This is definitely not the way a responsible witch behaves.  Above all, you were about to get caught in front of another one of the magical society who owns powers."  

Huh????  What does this mean, now?  Is she talking about what I'd been having in my mind?  Is this about Chase?

"Sorry" I muttered under my breath.  "I didn't mean to..." but Cassie intruded me before I finished. 

"No excuses."  She raised a finger up at me, and grimly stood there, unconvinced.  I stood there, head bowed down, watching her restless shiny orange shoes moving this way and that way.  After what felt like an hour, she seemed to have softened and mouthed, "Fine!  You should be very cautious after this."  

Before I could squeal a happy "Yes!"  she spiralled into a mist of orange dust and vanished.

"Oof!"  I cuddled on my bed, pondering over everything Cassie has just said.  Is Chase a wizard?  Is he Hunt?  My lord, why are you giving me a headache?

I woke up wearily on Monday morning, and as I had expected, everything that happened yesterday flashed in my mind.  Kimberly's mood swings earlier on the previous day were 10 %, and the remaining chunk of my brain was immensely engaged in the musing about the unwhole informations Cassie had provided my ears.