"Where are you going, Charmaine?" Cassie asked when I saw her leaning in front of our class.
She was wearing her usual uniform for cheerleading, a long cardigan with multiple buttons over a collared blouse, paired with a modest ankle-length wool skirt that was darker than her shirt. She is wearing her favorite white sneakers with high socks, which is part of their uniform for today's opening remarks for the intramural. There's a letter C printed on her shirt that she was wearing.
"Are you not attending the intramural?" she asked curiously, which made me slowly nod in response. "What about my opening remarks?"
She pouted when she asked that question. I know that I'm doomed because of her question. I promised that I would attend her opening remarks no matter what happened, but because of
