there, I'm Leo and this is my brother Luis." Once on her feet, Cassandra dusted herself off and checked to make sure the money was still in her pocket.
Mike smiled again and pointed at the two boys. “Those two goofs are my younger brothers. Are you new in town? Don’t think I’ve seen you around before." Cassandra was still not sure if she should be talking to them or not, but figured it would be ok since they were kids.
"Yes I am, but that wasn’t a friendly welcome to the neighborhood." She frowned at them. People back home were tuff, but getting rundown here was unexpected.
Mike put his hands up as if in surrender. "You were the one not watching where you were going.” The smile on his face grew. “So what's your name?" Unbelievable, was he trying to blame her for getting run over? Cassandras anger started dying down when she realized that he really did think it was her fault.
"Cassandra Michaels. That’s my name." She responded still wearing an unfriendly scowl. Mike was still looking amused.
"Casey, I like that." Then they rode away as her eyes followed them. When his words registered she screamed after them. “My name is Cassandra not Casey, you idiot.”
Cassandra stomped all the way to the store while thinking about the boys. Mike must be around fourteen and Leo seemed to be around her age and so did Luis. Well they would have to be the same age, seeing as they were twins. Then it hit her. She stopped before the store door and smiled. "I think I just made some new friends."
Wearing the smile, she continued the task as her scuffed up little legs took her into the store. After selecting the coke, a loaf of bread was next on the list. She decided to get a shopping cart and picked up a couple of other things. Her mother went out on a regular basis in Chicago. Why would it be any different here?
Once home, Cassandra took her mother the coke and then returned to the kitchen to put the other things away. After thinking for a while, she made her mother a sandwich and added a bag of chips to the plate. She walked to the bedroom door and knocked lightly. The door opened to reveal her mother getting ready for a night out.
Cassandra was going to be left alone in a strange house. Her mother looked up and smiled at the food. “Well look at that. We just found another reason I should be happy I kept you. Now bring it here and get out.”
That night, Cassandra turned on all the lights in the house. One by one, each room was inspected. Each closet and under every bed too. Once she was happy with the fact that no one was hiding there, all the doors were locked. All night was spent listening to the sounds the house made. Each sound created images of someone breaking in. At some point, sleep finally came.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Cassandra felt exhausted and cranky. Yet she resolved to have a good day while tiptoeing to her mother’s door. A peek inside showed her sprawled on the bed, still wearing her clothes and shoes. Cassandra had always removed her shoes and tried to make her more comfortable. Yet today, that wasn’t going to happen.
After having cereal she went outside to play. There really wasn’t much to do. So Cassandra climbed the tree and broke off a branch. There was a patch of dirt where grass should be and it served as an easel. With the pointy part of the stick she drew a house with a family in front of it. There was a mommy and a daddy. There was also a daughter and a son.
She had been working on drawing a dog when a sound made her look up. "Hey new girl. Is this where you live?" Luis asked, or was it Leo? They looked so much alike it was impossible to tell.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, don't you see me here? Do you think I just go to strange houses and play in front of them? Idiot." Yes, little Cassandra had an attitude.
"Man, our mom would never let us talk to anyone that way." Leo said as he looked at his older brother Mike for
Mike smiled again and pointed at the two boys. “Those two goofs are my younger brothers. Are you new in town? Don’t think I’ve seen you around before." Cassandra was still not sure if she should be talking to them or not, but figured it would be ok since they were kids.
"Yes I am, but that wasn’t a friendly welcome to the neighborhood." She frowned at them. People back home were tuff, but getting rundown here was unexpected.
Mike put his hands up as if in surrender. "You were the one not watching where you were going.” The smile on his face grew. “So what's your name?" Unbelievable, was he trying to blame her for getting run over? Cassandras anger started dying down when she realized that he really did think it was her fault.
"Cassandra Michaels. That’s my name." She responded still wearing an unfriendly scowl. Mike was still looking amused.
"Casey, I like that." Then they rode away as her eyes followed them. When his words registered she screamed after them. “My name is Cassandra not Casey, you idiot.”
Cassandra stomped all the way to the store while thinking about the boys. Mike must be around fourteen and Leo seemed to be around her age and so did Luis. Well they would have to be the same age, seeing as they were twins. Then it hit her. She stopped before the store door and smiled. "I think I just made some new friends."
Wearing the smile, she continued the task as her scuffed up little legs took her into the store. After selecting the coke, a loaf of bread was next on the list. She decided to get a shopping cart and picked up a couple of other things. Her mother went out on a regular basis in Chicago. Why would it be any different here?
Once home, Cassandra took her mother the coke and then returned to the kitchen to put the other things away. After thinking for a while, she made her mother a sandwich and added a bag of chips to the plate. She walked to the bedroom door and knocked lightly. The door opened to reveal her mother getting ready for a night out.
Cassandra was going to be left alone in a strange house. Her mother looked up and smiled at the food. “Well look at that. We just found another reason I should be happy I kept you. Now bring it here and get out.”
That night, Cassandra turned on all the lights in the house. One by one, each room was inspected. Each closet and under every bed too. Once she was happy with the fact that no one was hiding there, all the doors were locked. All night was spent listening to the sounds the house made. Each sound created images of someone breaking in. At some point, sleep finally came.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next day, Cassandra felt exhausted and cranky. Yet she resolved to have a good day while tiptoeing to her mother’s door. A peek inside showed her sprawled on the bed, still wearing her clothes and shoes. Cassandra had always removed her shoes and tried to make her more comfortable. Yet today, that wasn’t going to happen.
After having cereal she went outside to play. There really wasn’t much to do. So Cassandra climbed the tree and broke off a branch. There was a patch of dirt where grass should be and it served as an easel. With the pointy part of the stick she drew a house with a family in front of it. There was a mommy and a daddy. There was also a daughter and a son.
She had been working on drawing a dog when a sound made her look up. "Hey new girl. Is this where you live?" Luis asked, or was it Leo? They looked so much alike it was impossible to tell.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Well, don't you see me here? Do you think I just go to strange houses and play in front of them? Idiot." Yes, little Cassandra had an attitude.
"Man, our mom would never let us talk to anyone that way." Leo said as he looked at his older brother Mike for
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