Oops, I Meant Cassie

Chapter 1

It was miserable. Dark, painful and miserable. No, I wasn't in a tragedy, but I was. Moving is the event that brings out the person you've always meant to be on the inside. I know it seems silly, but moving is very depressing and will definitely be the start of my story.

"Cassie! Get down here you're going to be late for school." I know that most stories start out with that sentence, but I I have to start from the begininng. I finished typing my DM to my best friend, Hannah. She's unique because her name is always Hannah backwards and forwards! "CASSIE!" my mother yelled. "I'm coming, chill." I dragged my stupid new backpack down the stupid new stairs. "There you are. Oh, look at you. Don't worry darling because they will love you." my mother was always trying to make me feel better, but dismally failed at doing so. "Yea, well I can't make them." I sighed in my monotone voice. "You won't have to baby." I sat down for a minute to eat my waffles and slumped out the door.

My parents were too busy with my sister and their working lives to personally drive me to school. That's right, my sister was the one being personally driven to school. That's what always happens to Bridget, the baby. She gets what ever she wants.

Walking on the bus couldn't be more awkward. Everyone stared at me like I was a T-rex. With those little arms and that big head. Oh, the abnormality! That's how they looked at me. "Hey are you new here?" a girl asked. Let me tell you what I see now. I see a girl with blonde bouncy curls and thick pink lip gloss obviously from some fancy make up store, like Ulta or Mac. She's wearing a sweatshirt from Victoria Secret, it's kind of over sized. Why do girls do that? Who set that trend? Well anyways, she has thick black eyeliner and perfect glittery white eyeshadow. You can tell she would never let anyone see her naked face. "Oh uhh me?" I squeaked out. "Umm...Yea." she seemed to think I was dumb now. "Oh, then yes." "Okay, why don't you sit down." I sat with her like I had to. It felt awkward and weird, yet I was still sitting there. "So, my name's Mary-Lynn. Are you in eigth grade?" she started to yap. Why me? "Yes." I wanted to keep the conversation short and simple. "Don't you have a name?" she asked. "Cassie." I mumbled. "Lassie? Is that what you said?" "Umm, no. I said Cassie." I was still quiet. "Oh, my bad." The school bus pulled to it's final destination. "Just sit with me and the girls at lunch." She climbed over me and strutted off of the bus. Oh gosh, why me?

I hopped off the bus and followed the sign that said eighth grade door. Mary-Lynn had just walked through that door, so I knew I was in the right place. I hurriedly pulled out my locker combination. "Locker 842." I whispered to myself. I had no idea where I was going, so I kept following Mary-Lynn. She walked up a flight of stairs and turned left. There were rows nd rows of lockers then classrooms. I was checking every locker number and locker 842 was no where to be found. BRRRRINNNGGGGG! Oh, no! The bell! I rushed down the hall and took a right this time. "827, 828,829..." I felt myself getting closer to my locker, but the number of children in the hallway was lessening by the minute and so was my heartbeat. Soon there was just me in that lonely hallway. I got my stuff into my locker and looked for Ms. Olsen's room. "Where the heck is room 927?" I was panicked. "Here it is!" I opened the door and children were already working. Everyone was looking at me like the T-rex again. "Who are you to be late?" the teacher asked. "I was having trouble finding my locker and your classroom. I'm new here." I stupidily tried to explain in my oh so quiet voice. "Never mumble when you are talking to me." Ms. Olsen replied. "Okay, umm where do I sit?" I asked. She didn't even look at me when she said, "Don't have an attitude." Mary-Lynn pointed to a spot near the back corner of the room. I've always hated math, but I could tell this yea was going to be the worst. I caught on to the school work fortunately and dragged on to each classroom. Then lunch came.