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September 1st. The deliberate groan of the little alarm clock sitting on the commode beside Cassie's bed shrieked enthusiastically, jubilant that it had finally been awoken after almost 3 months of involuntary vacation. Morosely, she sloshed her arm away from her side and felt frantically for the pertinacious clock. Once it had been silenced, she attempted to return to her precious dream land, but that proved futile, as her mother came in to make sure she was up.

"Do I have to go to school though?" Cassie groaned from beneath her covers to prevent the sunlight from shocking her eyes as her mother separated the blinds on her window.

"Don't be silly. And get up already, it's almost noon, you have to eat and get ready."

A moan of displeasure erupted from the bulge in the sheets that represented Cassie's obscured figure, "Fine, but I'll skip the breakfast, I'm not hungry."

September 1st

Dear diary,

What is there to say, really? It's not like I showed up today, wearing black jeans and a black tee, with my headphones blocking all unnecessary noise from my ears, and expected to be greeted with joyous remarks about how everyone missed me. Nor did I expect to miss any of them; not their petty little cliques, or their little whispers and giggles, but especially not the hours and hours of being stuck in a room with said people, forced to listen to some lecture you're not even hearing or remembering. I'm just glad I survived that much, honestly. Now if only I hadn't come home to an argument with my mother and terrible news that my grandma is ill again.

Sometimes, I just don't know what to do anymore. Now comes the studying, the stress, the not living up to expectations. Just another year of preparing to become something I have absolutely no interest in, in aid of favoring my mother's wishes. Ellie was right, I couldn't care less about becoming a lawyer, but what is there to do now? I just have to suck it up and try to keep my head above water. It's too late to change anything.

Cassie x

She shut the notebook and threw it back into the drawer, slamming it shut. Little did she know, that would be one of the very last editions she'd ever contribute to her diary.

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