I groan and set down my quill. I've been struggling through my essay for over an hour. As soon as a few ideas come to my mind, another worry works its way in and I forget everything. I've written down less than ten sentences, and I need a hundred more.
Cassandra says, "You have all of tomorrow. Don't worry about it too much."
I sigh, "I know I have all of tomorrow, but I'm afraid of what surprises Alexanne might have in store for me. I've learned never to expect much."
"It may be good to take a break though. You aren't going to accomplish much when you're frustrated."
I admit she's right and stand from my chair. "What do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" She frowns in confusion.
"Yeah, it's your first day here. Surely you want to see something. What do you want to visit?"
Cas
