CASSANDRA’S POV.
The school’s hallway seems crowded as everyone seem to have a thing or two to talk about. We are not even close to having Prom, so what is the need for all of this drama? Why isn’t the principal controlling them? Where are those mean teachers? Taking the left turn, I head for the stairs and move for the locker room.
Walking to my locker, I see some poster with so many words scribbled on it and without bothering to look properly at it. I peel it off my locker and squeeze it into a ball before throwing it into the trash basket at the far end of all the lockers.
I unlock my locker and put it in my bag. I take out the note I need for the first class and shut my locker. Taking a step, to move for the exit; the lights of the locker room are suddenly turned off and my breath h
