Random fact about me: I'm blonde with green eyes.😁 What's your hair and eye color?

"Cassie! Come down!" Someone called from downstairs.

"Asdfghjkl," I mumbled and turned over.

"What?" They called.

"ASDFGHJKL!" I sat up and shouted. My alarm clock started going off on the bedside table. Who set my alarm?

I tried to ignore it, but that darn thing was driving me crazy.

"OK FINE!" I yelled and slammed my hand down on top on it. The clock got a little dented.

I flopped back down and closed my eyes when suddenly, the door opened and someone barged in.

"Good morning Cassie!" Ryan sang.

"WHAT IS YOUR DARN PROBLEM, CAN YOUR OLD AGING EYES NOT SEE THAT IM DARN SLEEPING?!?! FIDDLESTICKS!!!"

Then I grabbed the dented clock, ripped its cord away from the wall, and hurled it at his head.

"Ounch!" He cried indignantly. I sprang out of bed, marched over to him, shoved him roughly out the door, and slammed it in his face. Ugh, the nerve of that guy.

I groaned and went over to my drawers, which were stuffed with more of Katie's clothes and I begrudgingly got dressed.

After I pulled my straight blonde hair into a high ponytail, I walked downstairs to see what all of this ruckus was about.

Katie and Emilie were chatting up a storm while Kenzie sat next to Luke, eating a muffin. Man, I want a muffin.

"Morning, sunshine!" Emilie grinned at me. I ignored her and headed for the pantry to find me a muffin.

"Sleep well?" Kenzie snickered and I paused in my act of poking through the food to glare at her.

"Guess what we are doing today!" Emilie  stood and clasped her hands together in delight.

"Hhmmmm," I pondered. "Robbing a candy store?"

"Nope! SHOPPING!!!"

I was taken back, "Wait, really?"

"Yep! And Ryan is paying! He doesn't know it yet, but he is! Yay!! Let's go, friends!" Em skipped over to the door and threw it open.

"Yay! I like buying things with other people's money!" I followed her lead and skipped out the door. Kenzie and Katie sighed and reluctantly followed us into the car.

"How about this?" I called to Kenzie who was poking around the sock selection.

She wrinkled up her nose and shook her head. "It's too yellow."

I looked at the blue shirt I was holding up, "It's not a bit-"

"Let's go downstairs," Em suggested. I rolled my eyes and put the shirt back on the rack following them to the elevator. As we got closer, I noticed the worst thing. There was a sign on it.

"WHAT?!" I raged.

We had to hobble down the stairs, taking forever until we finally reached the bottom.

"I think I perspired back there," Em noted. "That can't be healthy."

"We need to file some kind of complaint," I decided. I was planning in my head when I tripped.

But thankfully, since I trip do much, I've become good at tripping. So, knowing what to do, I latched onto the person closest to me and they came tumbling down on top of me. When I looked up to see who I'd pulled down, I saw that it was a guy my age, with cute tousled brown hair.

"You're cute," my mouth decided to say. My cheeks flared up in embarrassment, but thankfully, he threw his head back and laughed.

"So are you," He grinned, climbing to his feet. "I'm Jeff."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "So am I!"

His eyes widened, "Really??"

"Well, sort of. But usually I'm Cassie," I responded. He smiled and held his hand out to me. I high fived it, and he gave me an odd look.

"Well, see you around, Jeff," He smiled, walking away. I beamed back at him. What a nice guy.

"Cassie!" Emilie glared.

I turned to her defensively, "What?"

"If Jason finds out about this he'll be do mad."

I frowned, "Because I talked to him?"

"And high fived him and fell into him," She added. My frown deepened.

"But I only fell into him because I'm good at tripping. It's a talent."

Kenzie snorted, "My talents better. It's not tripping."

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