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myself in the mirror. My auburn hair is erratically sticking up in multiple directions and needs a good washing. I pull down my lower lids and see streaks of red dancing around my ice-blue irises, giving the impression I’ve been crying, which I haven’t. The light brown freckles are the only things that appear to be unaffected in my reflection. I try smiling to liven up my dimples, but they don’t reach their usual depth. I look like shit this morning, yet this isn’t something new. I rarely get a good night’s rest because of reoccurring night terrors.
    Throwing my hands up into the air in defeat, I head toward the bathroom to shower. The tepid water soothes my aching muscles as it runs down my body. Inspecting myself, my breasts are too large for my frame and tiny waist. To top it all off, I have child bearing hips. The figure I have makes most women envious, but it’s become more of a curse, in my opinion.
    After seeing the same body for years, one would think I would have accepted being “Big Booty Judy”. That was the name the kids called me when I was younger. Now, I have a hard time believing I was bothered by that name, but when I was fourteen, I would cry every time those heartless little pricks called me that. I breathe in and out deeply and wash with my favorite body wash. Before I shut off the water, I rinse everything, letting the remaining bits of stress leave my body and swirl down the drain with the suds.
    The wonderful smell of Dar’s delicious omelets greets me after I step out into the hallway. I tend to forget how well she can cook, but I should know better, since she is studying culinary arts at Bluewood University, which is more than I can say for myself. I burn grilled cheese sandwiches and manage to set off the fire alarm making toast.
    Securing a towel to my body and wrapping one around my head, I walk into the kitchen. Dar has already filled my plate and set it onto the breakfast bar. I hop up to my usual stool to eat. She just smiles at me with her cheeks stuffed with eggs, making her look like a chipmunk.
    After grabbing a big drink of orange juice, she wipes her mouth and swallows. “About time you decided to join me. Your plate was next.” Laughing, she stabs at my food, and I swat away her fork, sticking out my tongue. 

Cha pter 2
    Weak faded memories flood through my mind
    Twisting the truth, spreading demise
    Time laughs in my face, contorting the lies
    Holding my head, searching for why
    Silence is crucial; I’ll muse then unwind
    Weaving in and out of sanity, breaking the bind
    Yet in the end, I’m the only one who wears the disguise.
    Cassandra
    I stare blankly at the clothes hanging in perfect order in my closet. Everything is hung according to seasonal groups. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, the clothes are subdivided by color. My organizational habits may be a little a bit particular, but I don’t have trouble finding an outfit. Dar claims I’m anal-retentive; I prefer to think of it as being smart and efficient.
    The dark pair of distressed boot-cut jeans and a sheer black top call my attention. Grabbing a teal cami, I walk over to my vanity and lay my outfit across the bed. I dab some makeup onto my face, a swish of mascara, and a swipe of lip-gloss. Standing back, I stare at my reflection. “Yes, much better,” I say to myself.
    If it weren’t for Lucas stealing my phone, I wouldn’t be going shopping with Dar today for a new outfit. He didn’t really give me an option to say no to this “date” as Dar keeps referring to it as. After slipping on my jeans and shirt, I pace the room, letting it all sink in. “Who does he think he is?” I ask the mirror as heat rises to my face. “Shopping? It’s all his fault!” I fan myself to cool my boiling blood. “He’s holding my phone hostage? How old is he?” I plop down onto my bed, sighing. “I’m going to see Lucas Daniels…again.”
    I’m not sure if I’m mad at Lucas for being the reason I’m being