A Little Birdy Told Me

Your name is Cass Barnett.
You're 13 years old. You like skateboarding, birds, and decrypting things, and you always wear heart-shaped sunglasses wherever you go.
You're currently standing barefoot in the kitchen at five in the morning and not wearing pants, watching Wren fervently make two types of juice and five different breakfast foods at the same time.
You're starting to wonder why you're awake.

(A gift for the wonderful, absolutely stunning Bnemesis, who wrote me a fic called "Thunder" to cheer me up and thank me. This is my gift back to you, darling.)