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Cassie looked out the window of her room. (How could I do that to him? He wasn't really doing anything wrong, he was just being a kid.) She noticed that the rain had stopped; she went to the doors and opened them stepping out into the humid air that always follows after a British storm. She wiped the water of the chair and sat down.
(When did I stop being a kid?) She searched the cloudy sky for a glimmer of a star. (Second star to the right indeed! It's all your fault mother! You did this to me! I wouldn't have snapped at him if you hadn't been so in love with those stories!) She started to sob quietly into her hands. (I always do this. It's not his fault he's only ten. I know he needs those stories. Then why do I do this to him? Why?) She continued to cry for several hours and eventually she fell into a deep sleep.
Cassie dreamt about her last birthday in New York. Her Mom had taken her to Central Park, a place they hadn't been to in years. When she got to Junior High she asked her mom to stop taking her there. According to her friends "it was only for little kids." But today she didn't care; She wanted to do something fun.
They left Jake with a babysitter and went off to explore the park. "Today's your day.," her mother said. "You can choose what we do." Cassie thought about it for a second, (what do typical fourteen year olds do on their birthdays?) Suddenly she didn't care about being typical. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, ride the carousel! When she told her mother she just smiled and said "Anything you want dear."
That's why she loved her mother. She never expected her to grow up. She could be herself around her. They found the one they used to ride when she was little and rode until they got dizzy. When they got off they walked around a little pond and talked about anything and everything.
Suddenly Cassie announced that she was thirsty. " Do you want anything mom?" she asked. Her mom just shook her head and said she was fine. She gave Cassie money to buy a coke and sat down on a bench. Cassie headed toward the drink stand she saw earlier.
As she was buying the drink she heard a faint, familiar scream. (Mom!) She started to run to her when the man caught her arm. "You didn't pay!" he accused. "Please sir my mother is in trouble…" she started but he interrupted her. "I've heard them all missy now pay up!" Cassie franticly threw the money after him leaving her coke behind.
By the time she got to her mother she was dead. She'd been shot and mugged. Eventually the police came and had to drag her away from her mother.
She awoke crying, wet and alone.
Cassie looked out the window of her room. (How could I do that to him? He wasn't really doing anything wrong, he was just being a kid.) She noticed that the rain had stopped; she went to the doors and opened them stepping out into the humid air that always follows after a British storm. She wiped the water of the chair and sat down.
(When did I stop being a kid?) She searched the cloudy sky for a glimmer of a star. (Second star to the right indeed! It's all your fault mother! You did this to me! I wouldn't have snapped at him if you hadn't been so in love with those stories!) She started to sob quietly into her hands. (I always do this. It's not his fault he's only ten. I know he needs those stories. Then why do I do this to him? Why?) She continued to cry for several hours and eventually she fell into a deep sleep.
Cassie dreamt about her last birthday in New York. Her Mom had taken her to Central Park, a place they hadn't been to in years. When she got to Junior High she asked her mom to stop taking her there. According to her friends "it was only for little kids." But today she didn't care; She wanted to do something fun.
They left Jake with a babysitter and went off to explore the park. "Today's your day.," her mother said. "You can choose what we do." Cassie thought about it for a second, (what do typical fourteen year olds do on their birthdays?) Suddenly she didn't care about being typical. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, ride the carousel! When she told her mother she just smiled and said "Anything you want dear."
That's why she loved her mother. She never expected her to grow up. She could be herself around her. They found the one they used to ride when she was little and rode until they got dizzy. When they got off they walked around a little pond and talked about anything and everything.
Suddenly Cassie announced that she was thirsty. " Do you want anything mom?" she asked. Her mom just shook her head and said she was fine. She gave Cassie money to buy a coke and sat down on a bench. Cassie headed toward the drink stand she saw earlier.
As she was buying the drink she heard a faint, familiar scream. (Mom!) She started to run to her when the man caught her arm. "You didn't pay!" he accused. "Please sir my mother is in trouble…" she started but he interrupted her. "I've heard them all missy now pay up!" Cassie franticly threw the money after him leaving her coke behind.
By the time she got to her mother she was dead. She'd been shot and mugged. Eventually the police came and had to drag her away from her mother.
She awoke crying, wet and alone.