Hey guys,
I was bored today so tried writing something and came out with this. Hope you like it – please review so I can decide whether or not to keep going.
Disclaimer Unfortunately, I do not own Grey's Anatomy. I only own a grey jacket, and my own anatomy.
Chapter 1 "Quote out of Context"
There's always one event that changes someone's life so significantly they can remember exactly what they were doing, whom they were with and what they were wearing. It may be something as distinguishable as a marriage proposal, or a first kiss or when a woman's waters first break. For Cassy Grey, it was the afternoon no one came to pick her up from Mason Road Primary School on the fourth of April, when she was 8 years old. She was wearing her favourite jeans, a lemon yellow tee shirt and a grey jacket, with her pink Converse shoes. She was with her classmates of the third grade. She was showing off.
She came out of class giggling, surrounded by several boys and girls of her class. Using the empty spaces of her front two teeth, Cassy sprayed her classmates with a small and precise stream of water. They made their way to the back entrance of the school, and they hoisted themselves onto the solid brick fence, sitting in a line of about 13 girls and boys, waiting for their mother or father to pick them up, as they did, everyday.
Gradually, the crowd dispersed, and eventually Cassy was left alone on the brick fence, which no longer looked like a seat, but a prison wall.
"Do you want to come to my house?" her bestest-friend-in-the-whole-world, Meg asked her, but Cassy shook her head defiantly. "Mom will be here soon. She always is."
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"Cass?" Cassy swung around. It was Miss Christensen her teacher. "You're mom not here?" Cassy shook her head.
"She will be though," said Cassy, stubbornly. "I don't know if you know, but she's a surgeon and sometimes she has to, you know, do stuff. Cut people open. It's a crazy, fervid and strangely satisfying career path to take," Cassy said, quoting her mother.
"Right," said Miss Christensen with a laugh. "Well, how's this? We'll go to the classroom and play battleships-"
"Scrabble!" interrupted Cassy.
"Scrabble, then, until four thirty. If you're moms not there by then we'll have to call someone else to collect you, okay? I'll call your mom now, anyway." Cassy nodded, satisfied with the agreement, and followed Miss Christensen back to the classroom.
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"OBSCENE," proclaimed Cassy, fitting the word neatly into the N of Miss Christensen's TRAIN. "Triple word score."
"Well done! Cass, where do you learn these words? I mean, I know you're a bookworm…but still…"
"Mom reads to me heaps. Lotsa stuff. Everything." Miss Christensen. She'd never met Meredith Grey, Cassandra's mother, at Parent-Teacher evenings, because she worked long and unpredictable hours as a surgeon at Seattle Grace Hospital, but Cassy had a sweet disposition, was incredibly precocious, but not even slightly arrogant. Miss Christensen enjoyed teaching her. She was also a beautiful child. Fantastic genes, she thought to herself. Her hair was a dark chocolate brown, and dead straight, which suited her white skin and deep blue eyes perfectly. Even her voice was the perfect tone; not too high, like some girls, and not to deep like a teenage boy. It was sweet and the slight husk to it just added to Cassy's quirkiness.
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There was a knock on the door, and both Cassy and Miss Christensen looked up expecting to see a frazzled Meredith, but it wasn't Meredith at all. Instead, a tall man with dark chocolate brown hair, a Seattle tee shirt and, strangely, a pair of blue surgical scrubs, entered the room.
"Hello?" enquired Miss Christensen. "Who are you?"
The man politely extended his hand. "Derek Shepherd," he said, smiling. "Meredith asked me if I could please collect Cassy."