Cassie woke up. Bright rays of sunlight shined upon her face, and as hard
as she tried to shut them out, nothing would work. Cassie groaned,
stretched her arms, and sat up on her bed.
She threw her legs onto the semi-warm carpeted floor, and searched for her slippers that she always left under her bed. Cassie finally found them, slipped them on, and stood.
Cassie was in her home. She was sitting in her bedroom. The meeting----- Cassie jolted. No. Wait. There was no---no meeting.
Cassie shook her head clear, perhaps to clear her head of awful memories. No, there was no meeting. It was just the fact that there was no more animorphs. Only she. A tear rose in Cassie's eye, and, remembering Rachel, Cassie wiped it angrily away.
She took a deep, shuddering breath. Coffee maybe, maybe that's what she needed. She slid out of her room into her wildlife-decorated kitchen. It wasn't huge or filled, like Marco's old home, but it wasn't bad.
Cassie opened her cupboard and pulled out a bag of cappuccino she had gotten from Starbucks. She leaned down, and pulled a mug from the shelf. Cassie looked at it, and struggled a smile.
The mug was from The Gardens, and she had to struggle not put it back. She had to think of the glass half-full. The good times. Like ... Jake. Marco. Rachel. Even Tobias had his good times there.
She put the beans in the coffee-maker, and opened her fridge. Cassie pulled out a jug of milk and poured it into a cup---- for the foam, you know.
Cassie placed all of the ingredients into the maker, and sat down in a chair. She rubbed her tired eyes, and groaned. Cassie had to do something at Yellowstone, for Toby and some other Hork-Bajir.
Robbie was dead. She had seen him fall ..... So many deaths her whole life. Why did it all happen to her? Jake had left, and had convinced Marco and Tobias with him. To save Ax. Cassie did not blame them, but she had liked Ax too! She couldn't bare it any longer.
She doubted any of them would come back, and her heart was broken. Cassie lived on the influence of the suffering Hork-Bajir and the snakes down south. She had to help stop the terrorism, too.
Cassie lifted up her head. The cappuccino was finished. She lugged her self up, and grabbed the coffee. She jerked. Had she heard something?
Yes. It was a knock on the door. Knock-Knock. Again. Cassie was awake now, so she jumped up and, with her coffee still in her hand, she opened the door (unaware that she was still in her doggy-foot-print pajamas ).
And .... She saw Jake.
She threw her legs onto the semi-warm carpeted floor, and searched for her slippers that she always left under her bed. Cassie finally found them, slipped them on, and stood.
Cassie was in her home. She was sitting in her bedroom. The meeting----- Cassie jolted. No. Wait. There was no---no meeting.
Cassie shook her head clear, perhaps to clear her head of awful memories. No, there was no meeting. It was just the fact that there was no more animorphs. Only she. A tear rose in Cassie's eye, and, remembering Rachel, Cassie wiped it angrily away.
She took a deep, shuddering breath. Coffee maybe, maybe that's what she needed. She slid out of her room into her wildlife-decorated kitchen. It wasn't huge or filled, like Marco's old home, but it wasn't bad.
Cassie opened her cupboard and pulled out a bag of cappuccino she had gotten from Starbucks. She leaned down, and pulled a mug from the shelf. Cassie looked at it, and struggled a smile.
The mug was from The Gardens, and she had to struggle not put it back. She had to think of the glass half-full. The good times. Like ... Jake. Marco. Rachel. Even Tobias had his good times there.
She put the beans in the coffee-maker, and opened her fridge. Cassie pulled out a jug of milk and poured it into a cup---- for the foam, you know.
Cassie placed all of the ingredients into the maker, and sat down in a chair. She rubbed her tired eyes, and groaned. Cassie had to do something at Yellowstone, for Toby and some other Hork-Bajir.
Robbie was dead. She had seen him fall ..... So many deaths her whole life. Why did it all happen to her? Jake had left, and had convinced Marco and Tobias with him. To save Ax. Cassie did not blame them, but she had liked Ax too! She couldn't bare it any longer.
She doubted any of them would come back, and her heart was broken. Cassie lived on the influence of the suffering Hork-Bajir and the snakes down south. She had to help stop the terrorism, too.
Cassie lifted up her head. The cappuccino was finished. She lugged her self up, and grabbed the coffee. She jerked. Had she heard something?
Yes. It was a knock on the door. Knock-Knock. Again. Cassie was awake now, so she jumped up and, with her coffee still in her hand, she opened the door (unaware that she was still in her doggy-foot-print pajamas ).
And .... She saw Jake.