Don't Worry, I'll Save You
Cassie
I stumbled out of bed at 9:00. The party last night was fucking awesome. I still felt high from the pot. I looked in the mirror and sighed. My hair was in tangles, sticking up every which way. My eye makeup and lipstick was smeared all over my face. My mouth tasted horrible, and whatever was making it taste that way was making my tongue stick to the top of my mouth.
I went to the bathroom to grab a quick drink of water. The water spouted out of the faucet, brown at first, but as the water washed the rust out of the pipes, it became clear. I took a drink, and it helped wash the sticky stuff out of my mouth, but not the manure taste. I took a couple more drinks, and walked to my room to get dressed.
I pulled the tube top over my head, thinking about the party last night. Loud music, loud people, and booze and drugs for all. My kinda place! And that Mark kid. Was it just me, or was he hitting on me? I thought about it as I tied my shoes. He was hot.
After getting ready for school, which had already been going on for an hour, I walked into the living room. I took 35 cents from the coin dish by the door. The changed jingled in my hand as I bounced out the door. I walked a couple blocks to the transit stop. Just in time, too. The bus was just letting an old lady on.
I stepped in and put the coins in the sot and took a seat. I set my too empty book bag by my side as the bus pulled away from the curb. It rumbled down the road with annoying elevator music flowing softly from the speakers.
As it rolled slowly down the road, I pulled the string to signal the bus driver that this was my stop, thanks for the ride.
I lucked out. I walked in just as 2nd period was over, so there were people in the halls. Usually, I get here during a class, so I’m alone in the hall, and have to answer a million questions to teachers’ aids who aren’t certified to teach, therefore have nothing better to do than patrol the halls. It’s their duty to Stop fights, catch people cussing, and keep people from walking the halls during class.
“Cassie Raster.” They’d say, “is there a reason you’re late for class. Do you have a hall pass?”
“Dude, back off.” I’d bark. “I had a headache this morning, but I got rid of it, so I came to learn.” I’d say snottily.
“Be respectful, Cassie. And bring in a note next time.” They’d warn sternly.
“Whatever.” I’d say, just a bit louder then in-audible.
“Cassie!” I heard a familiar name call.
“Briana!” I called back and ran towards my best friend.
“Dude, did you go to Tony Crawson’s party last night?” She asked excitedly.
“Fuck dude, it was rad as hell.” I told her, then launched into a re-cap of the night. We walked slowly to ditch class and smoke cigarettes, because who cares about authority? Ditching is what I do best.
You were a problem child
Been grounded your whole life
So now you runnning wild
Playing with them good girls
No that aint your style
SONG USED IN THIS CHAPTER:
"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship
I went to the bathroom to grab a quick drink of water. The water spouted out of the faucet, brown at first, but as the water washed the rust out of the pipes, it became clear. I took a drink, and it helped wash the sticky stuff out of my mouth, but not the manure taste. I took a couple more drinks, and walked to my room to get dressed.
I pulled the tube top over my head, thinking about the party last night. Loud music, loud people, and booze and drugs for all. My kinda place! And that Mark kid. Was it just me, or was he hitting on me? I thought about it as I tied my shoes. He was hot.
After getting ready for school, which had already been going on for an hour, I walked into the living room. I took 35 cents from the coin dish by the door. The changed jingled in my hand as I bounced out the door. I walked a couple blocks to the transit stop. Just in time, too. The bus was just letting an old lady on.
I stepped in and put the coins in the sot and took a seat. I set my too empty book bag by my side as the bus pulled away from the curb. It rumbled down the road with annoying elevator music flowing softly from the speakers.
As it rolled slowly down the road, I pulled the string to signal the bus driver that this was my stop, thanks for the ride.
I lucked out. I walked in just as 2nd period was over, so there were people in the halls. Usually, I get here during a class, so I’m alone in the hall, and have to answer a million questions to teachers’ aids who aren’t certified to teach, therefore have nothing better to do than patrol the halls. It’s their duty to Stop fights, catch people cussing, and keep people from walking the halls during class.
“Cassie Raster.” They’d say, “is there a reason you’re late for class. Do you have a hall pass?”
“Dude, back off.” I’d bark. “I had a headache this morning, but I got rid of it, so I came to learn.” I’d say snottily.
“Be respectful, Cassie. And bring in a note next time.” They’d warn sternly.
“Whatever.” I’d say, just a bit louder then in-audible.
“Cassie!” I heard a familiar name call.
“Briana!” I called back and ran towards my best friend.
“Dude, did you go to Tony Crawson’s party last night?” She asked excitedly.
“Fuck dude, it was rad as hell.” I told her, then launched into a re-cap of the night. We walked slowly to ditch class and smoke cigarettes, because who cares about authority? Ditching is what I do best.
You were a problem child
Been grounded your whole life
So now you runnning wild
Playing with them good girls
No that aint your style
SONG USED IN THIS CHAPTER:
"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship