Cassandra
Dear Lord, why was she born? Was it to listen to this nincompoop talk about her nonexistent relationship all day? What did she do to deserve being tortured like this? Was it because she placed a brown beetle in her nutty salad and she couldn't tell the difference when she ate it?
Is there a place for her to get away from--
"I knew he'd want me back. He said it in the sweetest voice too," Kimberley sat in front of her, viciously chewing on a bowl of various legumes that Cassandra wished would just choke her so she'd shut up already.
--This?
"At least he's realizing that I'm better than most people. Like, there's this girl in my class, she and I used to go to the same highschool. And every time I see her I remembered how she always ran to hide behi
