Eight
Cassie
Everything and everyone was exactly the same. I don’t know why I thought things would be different coming back to Koppe. It’d only been a year since I left. I walked down the hall looking for Mandi. The first week of school was always fun for me, especially now that I was a senior and back in Koppe. Banners with the phrases “Welcome Class of ’89” and “Go Cougars! Crush the Rebels!” lined the hallway.
“Hi, Cassie!” Tricia Fletcher waved from across the hall. “Glad to have you back!”
I smiled, waving back. “Have you seen Mandi?”
“She’s in the courtyard.”
“Thanks.” I was so happy to be back and I had Mandi to thank for it.
When my mom and I moved to Houston after my father’s funeral, I didn’t notice or care anything about the school I was in. Every day I had walked down th
