Cassidy pulled the scratchy,blue covers over her should and look at the night stand to her left again. It was filled with get well soon cards, stuffed animals,goodies and flowers. "Why did so many people begin to notice me, has soon has I nearly die?" Cassidy fearfully closed her eyes, hoping she would wake up the next day not the next week.
Cassidy woke up, in her hospital bed with the needle scars, and bruises from the crash fully gone. "Weird..." everything looked normal, but it felt like she was moving in gel-o. She got up out of her bed, the covers fell off her body and she looked down. The hospital gown she was wearing to sleep has disappeared from thin air, replacing it a snow white tank top, solid black tore skinny jeans, brown lace up boots, and a black leathered jack. "How the heck did thes-" Cassidy stopped talking, a faint squeak from shoes were near her room, getting louder and louder. Soon a boy with long shaggy coal hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and a black hoodie, with claw marks on the sleeves and chest, ran into the room. "Who are yo-" SLAM! He slammed the door and fall against it breathing hard and fast, like he just ran a marathon without stopping. Cassidy frowned "For the second time who are yo-" the emo looking boy ran over to Cassidy and covered her mouth, putting a finger to his and made a faint hush sound. More foot steps came and more banging on the door, "L-let me in! I'm not the people!" The strange boy quickly
struggled to the door and opened it. "Can you stop cutting me off and yell me how you guys are?!" Cassidy demanded, the boy with blond hair, green eyes, and glasses looked at the emo kid, "T-this her?" He questioned, the boy with shaggy hair, while closing the iron door. "No Jordan, we just almost died trying to find a random girl!" Jordan, seems to fit someone with short, spiky,blond hair, clover green eyes, and silver square glasses. He also wore blue jeans, white Air Jordan's and a baggy grey t-shirt with Spider-man on it. "Gosh Drake, don't have to be rude!" So the emo one is Drake. "Hello, for the last time who the heck are you people?!" Jordan looked at Cassidy and stuck out his hand, "Jordan Keel and this is Drake Bell." Cassidy shook his scrawny hand, "I'm assuming you know who I am?" She questioned. Drake took off his torn hoodie and threw it in the corner. "Yeah, we know who you are." Cassidy shifted her weight to her right foot, which didn't make sense because that was the wounded one and I didn't hurt, "How do you know who I am?" She asked. "We don't have time to explain it right now, we will explain it to you when you wake up." Jordan said. "What do you mean when I wake up? I am up." Drake and Jordan turned their heads today the door, and looked at each other with alarm in there eyes. "Cassidy wake up, now!" Drake demanded, "What do you mean I am up?!" Drake put his bold hands on her shoulder and looked into her eyes, which his were filled with tears. "Wake up please , we will explain everything when you wake up.Promise!"
"What do you mea-" Cassidy woke up, with her eyes wide open. The strange boys weren't in her room, she had her pajamas back on, but Drake's hoodie was still in the corner, torn up. She got up, and walked over to the puffy jacket. "How is this here?" She asked herself as she knelt down, "It was all a dream right?"
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Teen FictionCassidy stared at the ceiling, her face wet with tears. "Why did this have to happen to me?" She asked her self, as the blood from her body slowly drained, from the wound caused by her Mother's windshield whipper. "Cassidy, Sweetie," her mother weak...
