Picture Imperfect (Niall Horan)

3 - Cassie

3-Cassie

When I wake up Friday morning, I go downstairs and Angie is in the kitchen. That's the place where I find her most. Angie has a well-paying job too but when I wake up and when I come home from school she's always cooking or baking. She is an excellent cook and I am glad I don't have to fend for myself when it comes to food. If I did, it would be the stereotypical Ramen Noodles and pizza every day. It's one of the many perks of not living on campus.

I fill my plate with potatoes and bacon with some grapes and a glass of juice. My dad is already eating and dressed for work. He leaves about twenty minutes before me. I get home before he does so I park in the garage and he parks behind me. By the time I leave for school he's gone so he isn't blocking me in. We have a system and I guess it just works for us.

I showered before breakfast, so when I get to my room, I change into shorts and a t-shirt. My makeup is done and my sandals are strapped in ten minutes. From my window I can see my dad pulling out of the driveway so I still have twenty minutes before I need to leave. I decide to go anyways; I could use some coffee and a place to finish up some homework.

"I'm leaving!" I call to Angie and then climb into my 2013 silver Toyota Corolla. I don't know much about cars so I went with something simple. I pay for my own gas so I wanted something with decent gas millage.

The bell chimes above the door when I walk into the café that's just down the street from school. It's crowded, so I get a cup of coffee and find a seat in the back. I put my headphones in and blast Lifehouse. They're my favorite band. I also love Three Doors Down and Nickelback. I haven't seen them live but I really want to.

My phone buzzes just as I am about to get a refill. It's from my friend Brandon. He, Marley and I were best friends throughout high school, even when Marley went through her dark times in ninth grade. We prefer not to talk about it.

I'm home sick today, don't wait up. ):

I sigh. When I can, I meet with Brandon after classes are over but looks like that won't be happening today. Brandon is a swimmer, smart and really sweet. I had a major crush on him sophomore year but he didn't like me back so we remained friends and a month later I was over him. He dated a lot of girls during those four years and one might call him a player but he's really not. He has a big heart and didn't have bad intentions with those girls. He is tall, blonde with really blue eyes. Kind of like Niall, sort of. Brandon is more muscular and...tough I suppose while Niall is shorter and seems sensitive. I don't know Niall that well but he seems really sweet.

You're lucky. Feel better. (: I text Brandon back.

It would be nice if Brandon was majoring in the same thing I was, but he's not. I am majoring in Journalism and Photography while he is headed in the Medical direction. Lots of people in high school thought he was a jock that fucked every girl he laid eyes on, but that can't be further from the truth. He was so misjudged, but well liked at the same time. The people that knew Brandon liked him, but if they didn't, then they were missing out on someone really great.

My phone tells me it's time to leave, so I leave a few dollars on the table and leave. I make it onto campus with a few minutes to spare so I check my makeup in the bathroom and turn to see three girls walking in. When they see me, they stop in their tracks and whisper to themselves. I frown. I'm not even doing anything! A bell rings so I stalk out quickly, making sure to glare at them as I go. What's up with the people in this school? It's getting annoying. At first I was confused and hurt, now I'm angry.

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When I get home after classes I head straight to my room and turn on my laptop. While I wait for it to log in my user, I change to sweatpants, just like every other day this week. I have a routine, and it gets old sometimes. People may think that because I have a huge house and more than enough money that my life is perfect, but that's not true at all. My dad is hardly ever home and I only have one friend that I can rely on 24/7, and that's Brandon. I have lots of other friends too but for some reason I don't like bringing them here.