"So anyone have any pets?" I say rather loudly that an old lady turns around and gives me a look as if to say 'go smash your face into a wall multiple times, please'. Ahh don't you just love old ladies? "I have a dog called Jake." Finn kinda grumbles quietly. "OMG YOU GUYS ARE LIKE JAKE AND FINN OF ADVENTURE TIME!" I pretty much scream. "Okay who else has pets?" "I have a younger sister, does that count?" Carlos asks. "I have two and a half cats." States Benny. Aww I love cats I wish I had two and a ha- "WHAT THE HELL, TWO AND A HALF CATS?" I screamed horrified. "Why would some one chop a cat in half? That's so cruel, and why? Like I mea-" "Hey, Hey, I meant two cats and a kitten, not literally two and a half of a cat." Benny says quickly. "Oh that make more sense now." Confusing, weird, sarcastic and crazy are just a few words to describe the beautiful girl named Cassie. Her looks will draw you in but her Craziness will send you running the other way. Her only friend being a sarcastic voice in her head. That is until she meets the gang. What happens when Cassie is mistaken for another girl at her school and gets kidnapped by a gang. How will Cassie handle the awkward Situation? Will she even make it out alive? Probably not. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Hey everyone, I just wanted to warn you about cuss words, bad grammar and Stuff like that. Also please do not copy this idea, I'm warning. you have a choice wether you think it is a good idea or not, not if you do copy the idea I will personally hunt you down then send my army of trained and loyal, ducks. So if you do copy, be 100% prepared for Duck attacks in your near future. Anyways thanks for giving this story a chance. : ) ❤️ Cover by: glimmersnowflakes Go check her out she awesome!

Right now, I'm squatting in a pile of human waste, desperately trying to get a signal on my phone. My friends are watching me reluctantly, their faces stained with blood and what I only hope is dirt. The light from my phone is illuminating their faces, casting light on the looks of horror that I have come to know all too well. My best friend is cradling her left arm, bandaged with a torn piece of cloth in hopes of stopping the blood flow. My sister can barely walk, and I think her hand is broken. She looks on the verge of tears. As we calm down, catching our breaths, I give up looking at my phone. I slowly turn to them, my own face crusted with blood. I look at each of them, one by one. "Ok, who got bitten?"