OUTCASTS

Three. The Three Musketeers. It had some decent history, and some bad. The number itself had the general idea of a group of people with each different personality’s.

“I’m an outcast,” I muttered as I looked into the raging campfire, “you’re an outcast.” A small smile forming on my lips as I continued, “We’re bound to be outcasts together.” I looked up to her, a small smile forming on her lips.

Well, to answer your question three is a key word in our journey together. To put this in a third persons view, you’d have Cassie O’Donnell. She’s your rebel of the three. She wasn’t the type to go to parties and fool around. She’d just love to take risks, make the most out of things. She’s also, a huge nerd.

“I don’t know guys,” Cassie took a second, letting out a laugh, “I just really love Star Wars.”

Then there’s middle girl who walks around with such confidence, its scary. Emily Mack was Hayfield’s “it” girl. Besides her charming looks and overly dramatic personality, she manages to find herself with the Three of Hayfield.

“You realize this is satin?” Emily shrieked, “My mom’s going to cry if she found out the ends have been burnt by a stupid gas stove.”

Then, there’s Mandy Dash. She’s the one with the killer high grades. She keeps to herself, soaking in the drama and mentally smiling while Cassie just barges in and messes it up. Mandy stayed to herself, she kept quiet.

“Sometimes I think I’m nuts for being friends with you guys,” I whispered, shaking my head as I thought about how I was freely speaking my mind with the previous events, “but then I think I would be nuts without you guys.”