Prologue
"C'mon," Cass mutters, "Pick up. Please." It was night time at the McClain house. Cass , who had arrived only a week ago, was at the phone, calling her sister, Carley. Lately she hasn't picked up the phone, and it was making Cass worry. Maybe she was in the shower, she thought, recalling herself calling her sister at around seven o'clock and recalling eight. Then the phone stopped ringing and a lady on the phone said, " You have reached the voicemail box of 22-"
She hung up the phone right then and there, not even thinking that her sister would even receive the voice mail. Disappointed, she let out a sigh. Then she saw Ms. Nancy on the phone. Cass waved at her as she walked back upstairs to her room she shared with another foster child named Sarah.
When she got to her room, she took off her white and black jacket and plopped down on to her bed. It was the sixth time since Friday that her sister hadn't picked up the phone, and she always picked up the phone. And if her sister wanted some free time she would have told her and just ignore her. What happened? she thought to herself. Could she have gotten in trouble and get her phone taken away? She sighed again. Things haven't gone well for her.
Cass had to go to a school where the students act up all the time. She hasn't had contact with Libra (her girlfriend). She technically has no good friends at the school there is the fact that her and her sister's social worker is rarely in touch. What if they needed to tell her something like (hopefully it will never happen) Cass needed to move homes? Also, there was supposed to be visitation with her dad and her sister and that never happened. To be honest the only reason she looked forward to the visit was to see Carley. The reason why she didn't care about seeing dad is that the time they spent with him during Thanksgiving they were ignored and he acted the way he always acted, challenging Carley in anyway possible. Cass rubbed her face. She really needs her sister right now, and she needs Libra. It's like she is alone in this world, and no one can help her. And another thing to add about today was that the foster mom says that DHS needs her to get more things or she loses her license to be a foster mother, meaning Cass would have to move to another placement. She shakes her head. The last time she wants to move is when she goes with her hates having to make new friend, and going back to dad would definatly be out of the picture. Why dose everything have to be so difficult?
Cass huffed and shot up, heading towards her dexk and opening the drawer and shuffling through pieces of paper.