My life is so miserable, Cassie thought to herself. She had stopped
listening to her "friends" about ten minutes ago. Has my life always been
this miserable? "Cassie? Hello!" "What?" Cassie asked aware they were now
talking to her. Megan flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder and
rolled her eyes. "Where you even listening to me?" she asked doubtfully.
Think Cassie think. Um… Abercombie… um… thirsty…coffee! "Yes," she lied,
"you were going to Starbucks." "Good for you!' said Heather. "You wanna
come with?" Megan and Heather were the two most popular girls at her new
school. Sometimes Cassie got the feeling that the only reason they dragged
her along was because she was the "Cool American" That's the biggest joke
ever. Cassie has never been classified as one of the "cool kids." She was
always very shy around boys and wasn't very good at speaking to strangers.
"No thanks," Cassie replied, "I've got to get home!" Megan flipped her hair
again. "Suit your self! See you tomorrow at school." What is with her and
flipping her hair? With that they turned around and headed for the nearest
Starbucks.
She walked to the bus stop and checked the chart. This was something Cassie did best. In New York she grew up riding around on public transportation. She blinked away a tear. I haven't always been miserable. I was happy in New York. I wish we hadn't moved to drury old London. The bus pulled up and she stepped in and took an empty seat near the back. It started raining as the doors closed. If only I had done something to help her. I'd still be in New York with Sarah and Anna. She checked her watch and sighed. It's been two years Cassie get a hold of your self. She watched the people outside pull up their umbrellas and continue on their way. Suddenly she saw something that made her look up. A tall man with long black curly hair down to his back was waiting at the next stop. He looked like he was wearing a red raincoat that came down to his knees. When the bus stopped she saw it wasn't a raincoat, but a red velvet coat. He looked like something out of a fairy tale, but for some reason she couldn't think of witch one. As he got on the bus he caught her eye, smiled maliciously and headed to the seat behind her. As he walked by a familiar smell caught her attention. She turned to look at him and remembered who he reminded her of, Captain Hook from Peter Pan. He smiled again and nodded. She quickly turned away and tried to focus on the man whose umbrella was flying down the street. Ordinarily this would amuse her but she could feel his eyes watching her. This is silly; he hasn't done anything to me but smile… yet. Again she tried to focus on something outside when she noticed his reflection in the window. His left hand had a glove over it, but the right one didn't. Stop it Cassie. You're letting your imagination get the better of you. Just look at the seat, you've only got one more stop left. When her stop came she started to stand up when she noticed the man was doing the same thing, she froze. It's just a coincident. He may be getting off here because he lives around here. That didn't comfort her. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Alright there Cassie?" she turned relived. The voice was feminine. " Yes, I just got dizzy or a second." "Well, come on them." Cassie followed the girl off the bus, the man, she noticed, had sat back down. "Thanks a lot um…" "Kara, I'm in your History class." Cassie looked at her trying to remember. "Oh yea! You sit in front of me, right?" the girl looked uncomfortable then replied sadly, "Yea, well see you." Cassie watched her walk slowly in the other direction. I should go after her. She could be a friend. But Cassie let her go. The story of my life.
When she arrived at her Grandmother's house she gasped. I always forget how big it is. The house was a three story Victorian house. It took the place of two of the other houses put together. She walked in and put her coat on the rack and walked up the steps to the top floor. Her grandmother had given her the biggest room in the house. It was the room she shared with her two brothers when they were little. It was a blue wallpapered room with pink trimmings. It still had the three beds in it. Her favorite place in the room though was the balcony. Two French doors opened up into a good- sized balcony with a rocking chair. When it wasn't raining she loved to sit in it and read her books. Her grandmother had given her an old copy of Fairy Tales she read when she was little. There was a knock at the door. "Cassie? Are you home?" Cassie turned away from the doors and opened the door. "Hi Matilda. What's up?" "Your grandmother Wendy wants to see you." she said. "Okay… What does she want?" Cassie asked. "I dunno but she said it was important." Cassie sighed. She probably wants to tell me another story of when "she was young." "Alright, I'll be right there. She closed the door after the maid and changed out of her school uniform and into some jeans and a blouse. She headed down the stairs to her grandmother's room and knocked softly. "Grandmother Wendy?" She heard a faint voice say, "Come in dear. Come in and sit down I'll be right with you." she indicated to a chair by her bed. She had her little brother Jake on her bed next to her. "… And with one last crow he flew off into the night air back to never land." "Second star to the right and straight on till morning, right grandma?" Her grandmother laughed a throaty laugh and started to cough. "Are you okay Ma'am" he asked. She smiled and replied "Grandmother, and yes that's right." Cassie sighed very loudly and rolled her eyes. Her grandmother, still smiling, asked, "what's the matter dear?" Cassie hesitated then turned to Jake. "How old are you Jake? Ten right? Well don't you think you're a little old for fairy tales?" Her grandmother stopped smiling and turned toward her. Her brother said very quietly, "They aren't stories Cassie, Peter Pan is real! Grandma, I mean Grandmother, Wendy saw him." Cassie rolled her eyes again, "I've had enough of Peter Pan today, First there was the creepy guy on the bus, now this! I don't have time for this, I've got homework to do!" she turned to leave. Her brother quickly jumped down from the bed and grabbed her arm. "He is real! Look at this book! That's Grandmother Wendy in it! Look Cassie!" She shook him off her arm. That was the last straw! " Peter pan is not real!" she shouted, "He's just some character someone made up to fill gullible kid's minds, like yours, with lies!" she grabbed the book from him and shouted even louder. " Mom believed in that kind of stuff and look where it got her! She's DEAD!" she threw the book at the mirror and stormed out of the room followed by her brother's noisy tears.
She walked to the bus stop and checked the chart. This was something Cassie did best. In New York she grew up riding around on public transportation. She blinked away a tear. I haven't always been miserable. I was happy in New York. I wish we hadn't moved to drury old London. The bus pulled up and she stepped in and took an empty seat near the back. It started raining as the doors closed. If only I had done something to help her. I'd still be in New York with Sarah and Anna. She checked her watch and sighed. It's been two years Cassie get a hold of your self. She watched the people outside pull up their umbrellas and continue on their way. Suddenly she saw something that made her look up. A tall man with long black curly hair down to his back was waiting at the next stop. He looked like he was wearing a red raincoat that came down to his knees. When the bus stopped she saw it wasn't a raincoat, but a red velvet coat. He looked like something out of a fairy tale, but for some reason she couldn't think of witch one. As he got on the bus he caught her eye, smiled maliciously and headed to the seat behind her. As he walked by a familiar smell caught her attention. She turned to look at him and remembered who he reminded her of, Captain Hook from Peter Pan. He smiled again and nodded. She quickly turned away and tried to focus on the man whose umbrella was flying down the street. Ordinarily this would amuse her but she could feel his eyes watching her. This is silly; he hasn't done anything to me but smile… yet. Again she tried to focus on something outside when she noticed his reflection in the window. His left hand had a glove over it, but the right one didn't. Stop it Cassie. You're letting your imagination get the better of you. Just look at the seat, you've only got one more stop left. When her stop came she started to stand up when she noticed the man was doing the same thing, she froze. It's just a coincident. He may be getting off here because he lives around here. That didn't comfort her. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Alright there Cassie?" she turned relived. The voice was feminine. " Yes, I just got dizzy or a second." "Well, come on them." Cassie followed the girl off the bus, the man, she noticed, had sat back down. "Thanks a lot um…" "Kara, I'm in your History class." Cassie looked at her trying to remember. "Oh yea! You sit in front of me, right?" the girl looked uncomfortable then replied sadly, "Yea, well see you." Cassie watched her walk slowly in the other direction. I should go after her. She could be a friend. But Cassie let her go. The story of my life.
When she arrived at her Grandmother's house she gasped. I always forget how big it is. The house was a three story Victorian house. It took the place of two of the other houses put together. She walked in and put her coat on the rack and walked up the steps to the top floor. Her grandmother had given her the biggest room in the house. It was the room she shared with her two brothers when they were little. It was a blue wallpapered room with pink trimmings. It still had the three beds in it. Her favorite place in the room though was the balcony. Two French doors opened up into a good- sized balcony with a rocking chair. When it wasn't raining she loved to sit in it and read her books. Her grandmother had given her an old copy of Fairy Tales she read when she was little. There was a knock at the door. "Cassie? Are you home?" Cassie turned away from the doors and opened the door. "Hi Matilda. What's up?" "Your grandmother Wendy wants to see you." she said. "Okay… What does she want?" Cassie asked. "I dunno but she said it was important." Cassie sighed. She probably wants to tell me another story of when "she was young." "Alright, I'll be right there. She closed the door after the maid and changed out of her school uniform and into some jeans and a blouse. She headed down the stairs to her grandmother's room and knocked softly. "Grandmother Wendy?" She heard a faint voice say, "Come in dear. Come in and sit down I'll be right with you." she indicated to a chair by her bed. She had her little brother Jake on her bed next to her. "… And with one last crow he flew off into the night air back to never land." "Second star to the right and straight on till morning, right grandma?" Her grandmother laughed a throaty laugh and started to cough. "Are you okay Ma'am" he asked. She smiled and replied "Grandmother, and yes that's right." Cassie sighed very loudly and rolled her eyes. Her grandmother, still smiling, asked, "what's the matter dear?" Cassie hesitated then turned to Jake. "How old are you Jake? Ten right? Well don't you think you're a little old for fairy tales?" Her grandmother stopped smiling and turned toward her. Her brother said very quietly, "They aren't stories Cassie, Peter Pan is real! Grandma, I mean Grandmother, Wendy saw him." Cassie rolled her eyes again, "I've had enough of Peter Pan today, First there was the creepy guy on the bus, now this! I don't have time for this, I've got homework to do!" she turned to leave. Her brother quickly jumped down from the bed and grabbed her arm. "He is real! Look at this book! That's Grandmother Wendy in it! Look Cassie!" She shook him off her arm. That was the last straw! " Peter pan is not real!" she shouted, "He's just some character someone made up to fill gullible kid's minds, like yours, with lies!" she grabbed the book from him and shouted even louder. " Mom believed in that kind of stuff and look where it got her! She's DEAD!" she threw the book at the mirror and stormed out of the room followed by her brother's noisy tears.