Song: the end of all things, by: panic! at the disco
Time: August 14, 2011
Name pronounced: (Cass - ey)
"Julie! Stop it!" Cassy yelled. Her older sister continued to dump out her suitcases all around the house, making a mess before their grumpy parents got home ready to leave for their flight to New York.
"Can't, having too much fun getting you in trouble," she simply stated back as she dodged punches and kicks and threw clothing articles everywhere. "Oh, what are these?" She asked in a mocking tone as she threw her younger sisters tampons on the floor, along with her foundation bottle - which broke and splashed everywhere upon impact- and her blush, which also broke into a million dusty pieces. Julie put down the empty suitcase when she finally finished she went to unload the dishwasher. Cassy went to pick up the mess her favorited older sister made and then when their parents decided to come home. Their eyes darted from Cassy who was kneeling and cleaning spilled foundation and then to Julie who was peacefully unloading the dishwasher while humming a soft tune that sounded like Don McLean. You can only guess what they assumed.
Their mom, Janine, picked up a black lace piece of lingerie that was in Cassy's bag. Their thoughts only got worse.
"Cassy!" Janine spoke firmly. Cassy's head shot up in the direction of the familiar angry voice. She swore she could hear the smirk on her sister's face when she realized who the blame was going to. "I can't believe you would make this mess! and right before vacation too! What were you thinking?"
"Mom, I swear it wasn't me! It was -"
"I don't want to hear you putting the blame on your sister! She's doing her chores and being helpful before we take off. Unlike you!"
"But, Mom!" Cassy protested.
"No buts!" Janine interrupted. "You're not going to New York."
"What?!" Cassy exclaimed. "Mom that's not fair! It wasn't even me! and I'll clean it up, just let me go to New York please!"
"No," Janine stated firmly. "Your behavior has been out of control lately, and it needs to be stopped. This kind of punishment is in order. Your sister on the other hand gets rewarded. Do tickets to a concert sound good, darling?"
"Janine, maybe we should think about this," Cassy's father tried to butt in.
"No, she needs to be put in her place. My decision is final, she's not going."
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Tears pricked Cassy's eyes as she strapped her point shoes to her blistered feet. She was in black legging and a light pink tank top, with the windows open letting in the warm summer air that calmed her for some strange reason. Her mom would tell her that she's heating the outdoors and can't have the windows open when the heat's on (even though it's hot outside, and the heat is not on).
Her door was locked and her headphones were in her ears, with her small, case - less iPhone tucked into the pocket of her skin tight exercise pants. She took as deep and shaky breath as the tears started flowing down her cheeks. She swiftly wiped them away and pressed play on her playlist. The End of All Things, By Panic! at the Disco started playing loudly in her ears. She closed her eyes and let her body move itself to the beat in an angelic fashion.
She continued this for about a half hour. She did this every time she was upset, with her family, her friends, of other persona. She knew her parents haven't left for the flight yet but she couldn't care less. The calming, yet powerful, music played into her ears and gave her mind a sense of ease. The dancing movements of her legs and arms relaxed her nerves and worked her so she would be pleasantly sore the next day after practicing. All around, dancing gave her a sense of peace. When she wasn't dancing or listening to music you could tell that she is either moody or very tense (emotionally and physically). Music and Dancing set her free.
