Thirty-four
Cassie
A pretty brunette smiled widely from the television screen asking people to not hate her because she was beautiful and how her shampoo can make you beautiful too. An elderly woman calling for help, saying that she couldn’t get up, followed the commercial. Thirty seconds later, The California Raisins danced on someone’s coffee table.
I sighed as I surfed through the channels, thinking of Mandi. She had called yesterday, angry that she hadn’t heard from me in days. I wanted to tell her what happened, really I did. But I couldn’t put this burden on her. She had her own problems with worrying about her classes. She knew I was keeping something from her and had threatened to drive to Koppe. I told her that I was just upset that I hadn’t seen my mom in a while and that we h
