Everything from my previous life is a confusing blur to me now.  Sometimes, I'm able to get flashes of memories from it but nothing will ever be the same for me again.  Forced to abandon my perfect life, the life others so desperately wished to claim for nothing but terrible misfortunes.  I ruled the school, I was popular, I was beautiful, I was athletic, I was smart, and that made me a goddess.  But because of that one mistake I made on my sixteenth birthday everything changed.

My fragile, dark, chestnut brown eyes lift embraced by the glowing of the sun rays escaping from outside and entering through my window.                           

Please―I begged―just five more minutes?  I argued with myself.  Oh Cassidy you realize if you drift back to sleep you'd be late for cheerleading practice.  You were just awarded captain, which is a great honour as well as a responsibility.  But if you can't handle it―             
   shut up, I demanded myself.                                                                                                         
My body groaned as I shifted out of my comfortable slumber position and strip from my striped pink/white pyjamas and changed into my red and white Webster cheerleading uniform.  It fitted me like a glove with my small desirable figure; my body made me the perfect flyer.                                                          
             
My hair is done up in a tight ponytail made so when I do stunts I won't have to worry about my hair brushing across my face.

I walked downstairs; made myself breakfast―Toast without butter, eggs sunny-side up, and bacon ―I arranged my assignments and my lunch into my neon green backpack.  Then I took a quick glance at the frame that sits on the dining room table of me, my dad, and my mom and blew them a kiss and said goodbye before leaving.                          

I counted down the days in my head, twenty four days, five hundred-seventy six hours, and one thousand-four hundred-forty minutes until my parents will come home.        

My dad's new movie, he thought will be the new "twilight" will be done filming and he will return home from Vegas.  My mom's vintage clothing line will be released in stores and she too, will be able to come home.  Come home to me.  They're precious daughter they left alone, by herself, to an empty, vast mansion.                             

  The black limo reflects a blinding light that makes me stop and wince; I see a large figure exit the vehicle.                           

"Hello, Marty." I greeted my driver.                                         

I can see again as he stepped in front of me, his shadow blocked the sun from my vision.                                                                                    
His bald head glimmered in the sunlight and his black suit that could barely fit him from his gained weight gave him a professional, elegant style and his fairly new dark shaded sunglasses protected his eyes from being blinded.         
It was something that was necessary for a driver.   
    
"Good morning Cass," he replied as he placed his hand on my shoulder and rushed me to the backseats of the limo.                                           
"I have yours and Kayla's coffees waiting for you in the backseats."       
Before I could say thank you I'm lightly pushed inside the limo and then we're off, Marty was always on a strict schedule, one so time consuming that he barely had any breaks.  

My driver knew me well enough to immediately turn on the radio when we start driving; I absolutely have to listen to music before school. It's the perfect way to wake up and get me into an anticipated mood before practice.  Paradise flooded me as my favourite artist; Lady Gaga's new song filled the car.             

  My fingers moved at the speed of light texting Kayla that the limo is parked outside her mansion―not as big as mine, but had an immense pool in the backyard―she didn't bother texting back but instead dashed into the vehicle.  I chuckled, at her enthusiasm.  Part of me didn't know why I laughed.              

In less than a moment we arrived at Webster High School, together Kayla and I hurried through the empty hallways of the school.  It was early morning and as the sun shined brilliantly and brightly across the skies, inside there was an indestructible barrier that blocked any form of the outside world.  I had to admit some relaxing fresh air would be nice to demolish the smell of old gym socks lingering through the air.       

Kayla didn't seem to mind, she skipped through the hallway almost excitedly.  She seemed even easier going than normal. Marty groaned annoyed while he hauled our coffees into the gym, as he walked passed me and I heard him mutter under his breath.      

"Stupid, mother.  I'll get married eventually and it's not my fault I flunked out of law school."
Kayla covered her mouth and tried not to laugh, she leaned closer to my ear and whispered "What a loser, it really must suck working for a kid."             
I swallowed hard.                                                 

Kayla clearly represents her part of the bitch cheerleader excellently.  And technically, Marty didn't work for me.  He worked for my dad, and while he went on business trips I'm his replacement.                                            

The alerting sound of the coach's whistle woke me up also in the morning, my senses scream and my whole body shook.                          
"Summers, Hall!  You're late!  Get into positions!"  Coach Delaney yelled at us.  She wore her purple jumpsuit with her black, silky hair tied back with a braid; her dark skin looks refreshed today as if she was using a new skin moisturizer.         

"You look good today, Coach." I complimented her but she simply rolled her eyes.    
"I'm flattered, now start the music!" she yells to the poor freshman that desperately wanted to be on the team so much she volunteered to be the assistant at practicing.  Basically, she had to do all our dirty work.   

I sighed as the morning bell rang.  Cheerleading practice had ended, and first period began.  I'm given past tests back, which I've mostly scored eighty percent or higher on, and then handed in more work.  School went by rapidly, leaving me able to talk with my friends at lunch.                                           
"So Cass," Amanda started using my nickname everyone called me.

Amanda was my boyfriends little sister, she was the one that first introduced us together and I'd owed her 'every since'.  She can be very annoying at times, but I repay her but letting her spend time with us.      

"What are you planning for tonight with it being your sweet sixteen?" Her head tilts curiously.  Kayla strolls over to my side and mouths don't-tell-her.  I bite my lip regretfully knowing what I had to do.  Lie.                               
"I'm just staying at home for the night, probably watching a movie with Kayla or something..."                                                                             

She narrows her eyes not buying my answer, "What movie?" Amanda questions.   
"Mean Girls." Kayla says, I nod agreeing with her.
"Can I come?" Amanda asked nervously.                                   
"It's just going to be me, Cassidy, and your brother.  Sorry." She chokes on the word sorry, making it quite obvious Amanda wasn't welcome in our clique.              

She stares speechless at us for a moment, then blinks her light hazel eyes.  Amanda wasn't stupid, she knew she wasn't welcome and she knew we were lying yet she simply smiles to our faces.            

"That's okay," she says as she reaches into her black skinny jeans pocket and pulls out a matching best friend's forever handwritten on pink and blue bracelets. Amanda lets me have the pink one knowing it was my favourite colour, and she takes the blue.    
"I got you a birthday present though, I hope you like it."                              

I placed it on my wrists.  "It's beautiful."  I say sincerely.   She becomes so happy it looks like she skipping with joy and she walks to our table with us. Kayla has a frustrated look on her face as she takes a huge bite out of her bright red apple.