CASSANDRA’S POV.
Walking into the school, I pause and take in the environment. Everyone seems busy as usual but this time everyone seems busy doing something reasonable. Something that does not have to do with gossiping or plotting their next bully. I know how things are done here. Whenever Gretchen puts on her red cheerleading uniform, I know she is preparing for her big day.
Walking with my pen held lightly in my hand and my phone in the other, I pick up a card which every final year student does every year to write their prom night goals and wishes.
“You are not going to walk with your new best friend?” Gretchen asks, “Oh! I forgot she was not a friend. She only needed to pass.” She adds and laughs.
Her minions who are also sick in the head like her laugh too and I walk away like t
