Mirror, Mirror
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I patiently listened to the five...four...three...two...one...and got ready to cheer with everyone as soon as they said, "Happy Birthday to Cassandra Bern, America's Princess!"
But I didn't cheer.
Instead I hit the ground, screaming and writhing with pain shooting from my upper back.
The crowd went crazy, not sure what to do, as my mother and Joven both tried to make it to me at the same time, but they stopped before they got to me. The entire crown stood spellbound as the pain dulled and I was able to stand up again.
"What's wrong? Am I bleeding?" I cried out.
Joven just stared at me for a second. "Andi, go look in the mirror."
I dashed to the bathroom and all I remember is the room going black as soon as I saw my reflection.
***
Cassandra Bern. America's Princess. Daughter of a multi-billionare, the creator of the Razor X franchise. She's learned how to live up to her names, doing what everyone expects of her. But when something unusual happens on her fifteenth birthday, she is led on an adventure she never dreamed possible. She begins to realize that maybe the life she's been living isn't really her life at all...
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