"Fudge!" This is a tale, a very strange tale, of a girl, a girl named Cassie. Cassie is a 15 year old girl, brown/black hair, turquoise eyes, usually wears a blue zipped hoodie and jeans, she's quite loud and out going, anyway your probably thinking get on with the story! Here it is..... I'm Cassie, well Cassandra but no one calls me that but my mother, oh how I hate how she calls me, "CASSANDRA! I KNOW YOUR UP THERE! DONT IGNORE ME!" I sigh and get off my bed, I go downstairs to see what she wants, "yes mother?" I sigh, mum wants us to be posh just because my great aunt has a link to royalty or something like that, I couldn't care less, I've never met prince Harry even though he's like my 3rd cousin or something, even though I would like to, I think it would be hilarious! "Don't use your attitude towards me like that young lady! Anyway I need you to take darling Cookie to the dog groomers for me, I'm very very busy with my dress making! Old mrs Pilchard has ordered a dress that has to be ready for tonight for some some fancy do, so chop chop!" Mum said handing me Cookie's lead, Cookie is a poodle, cookie dough coloured hence the reason we called her Cookie, she is a very majestic dog, mum takes her to the groomer once a week because we usually have fancy do's or Cookie has some dog show every other weekend, I usually skip them if I can to hang out with either my best friend Rose or hang out with a bunch of friends, mum doesn't always approve of some of my friends but Rose is by far her favourite of my friends as her mother and my mother work together because Rose's mother is a stylist and her dad drives famous people around for a living. Once I get to the stupid dog groomers all I can smell is wet dog and some fancy shampoo stuff that smells like coffee, coffee and wet dog? Really? Couldn't they be more creative! "Hello Cassandra dear, haven't seen you in a while! How have you been?" I shrugged, "Ok I guess, except mum has been driving nuts, first she is making me be a model for her dress company then the next she's yelling at me to get out the dresses! She knows I hate the things!" Mildred nodded sympathetically, "I understand dear, my own mother used to be like that, anyway what we doing with Cookie today? Wash and blow dry or something else? I shrugged "If I had it my way I would have her shaved but mum won't be happy about it so just a wash, cut and blow dry please Mildred," she nodded and took Cookie off behind the screen to have her treatment, I sat and went on my phone, I noticed I had a text from an unknown number so I text it to see who it was C: oh right hey Kian! How did u get my number? K: Catherine's my sister how d
