We slept the night at Cassie's house and got up early Monday morning to prepare. It wasn't long before people trickled onto Cassie's property, brandishing hand painted signs. I recognized the other students from her art class, and a couple of guys who looked like Reece and Ash. There were older people dressed more for a day of sailing than protesting, and I pegged them to be neighbors. I spotted at least two celebrities and Becky saw a couple more. Someone must have contacted the police and the media, unfortunately. A reporter stood on Cassie's back porch and tried to get an interview with her, but she successfully avoided her and the reporter eventually gave up.
At nine, a low rumble in the distance signaled the arrival of the bulldozers. I went in search of Ash and found him standing wi
