"Don't touch me," Cassandra hissed, knocking the boy's hand away from her waist. Her green, cat like eyes narrowed at the older teenager. The boy only let out a dark like chuckle.

"Am I honestly suppose to be afraid of you? You traitor," He smirked, stepping closer to her.

"Stay away!" She yelled, her voice echoing throughout the empty hallway. Cassandra tried to make eye contact with the mysterious man, but she couldn't see an inch of detail from under his dark hood.He grabbed her wrists with his left hand pinning them above her head. As she tried to let out another cry, no sound came from her mouth.


"Its too late now," He whispered in her ear. Cassandra's eyes grew wide as the next thing she saw was a sharp silver blade.

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"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The alarm clock blared in her ear. Cassandra jumped, startled by the lound noise. She opened her green orbs and stared at the clock.

9:30 am, it read. Time to begin another boring day of her summer. It wasn't any boringday. Oh no. Today was her birthday. The big 18th. Whoodee flippin doo.

Even though it was summer, Cassandra was not enjoying it. For one, she didn't have a boyfriend, andshecouldn't find a jobto save her life. Her friends couldn't come to her party consideringthey were off onvacation.So shejust wasn't going to have one.

"Happy birthday to me," She muttered, looking at herself in the mirror.Cassandra turned on her stero and pressed play. The song,
"Don't Jump," filled her room. As she brushed out her long brown hair, her eyes stared at a photo of her and her cousin.She never seen him, seeing that she had moved out of Germany. He didn't even talk to her anymore, he was always too busy with his friends. Just once, she wished Georg would visit her.