Cassie's POV
I looked down at my watch and sigh. Mom's coming home, here comes the yell fest. I hear the front door open and I hastily shove the book I was reading under my bed. Reading comes after homework, I hear my mother's voice in my head. I sigh again and walk down the stairs. Mother expects me to be present when she gets home. She looks up from taking her shoes off at the door as I walk down the steps. "Hi mom." I say. She just looks at me. She goes into the kitchen, "Did you wash the cabinets and chairs?" She asks, expecting a yes. "Yes, of course mother. How was your day at work."
My mother needs no more of a cue. "Oh, it was fine. This one boy thought that he could get away with cheating on a test, well we straightened that out fast enough. I imagine that he has detention."
Of course you straightened it out with punishment, that's all you know how to do. Sometimes, really all of the time I resent my mother.
We didn't look much alike. She had very short, shorter than shoulder length brown hair that was very dark, and my father had black hair. I had two brothers, and one of them had black hair, while the other had brown. My hair was different than them though. It was a honey brown and very long. I had like chocolate brown eyes to go along with my hair.
My brothers and I were total opposites. The older one, Daniel, loved math and science, where I was more of a history and English gal. Joseph wasn't really old enough yet to determine what he was going to like in school, but for now he loved to talk and be loud.
I was more of a quiet person, but I could be loud and social if I wanted to. My mother was loud, no doubt about it, very loud, and short, only 5 foot 2.
My father was kind of tall, and that's where I figured I got my height of 5 foot 5. It was kind of fun to tower over my mom sometimes, and be intimidating, although most of the time, she was the one being intimidating.
Speaking of my mom, she snaps me out of my muse with a sharp command, "Did you make dinner?" Uh-oh, I forgot! I was so immersed in my book that I forgot! She must see the panic on my face because she smirks like she's won a prize. "Oh I'll make it, just, just go get the mail." She says exasperated.
I wince and dutifully march down the driveway to get the mail; a letter for my mother, three for my father, and a letter to Cassandra Morris, wait, that's me! I quickly rip open the envelope! Yes! I've been waiting for this for weeks now! My entry form for the Selection for Prince Jacob, a chance to get away from home and compete for the beautiful prince of my country. I smile at the thought. If mom sees this, she'll make me throw it out. Hmm, I'll just ask dad to drive me to the Kent Province Office. Yeah! That's what I'll do! I stuff the letter in my pocket carefully and head inside. Just as I'm handing mom the mail, the phone rings. I jump up to get it and a familiar voice is on the other end.