Cassandra was sitting in her English class, staring out in space like she usually did before the bell rang. Only five more minutes until school was let out for the weekend, and she could not be more depressed. Biting her lip and putting her fingers through her long blond hair nervously, she tried to think of an excuse to hand around a little later, or possible find a way to not have to go back to the shelter for the weekend.
Yes, while the other teens were thrilled about the upcoming weekend, thinking about the parties, the football game, and simply laying around their houses, Cassandra had to think of where she would even go... During the week, the shelter wasn't so bad. She could get a shower, change into whatever clothes she stole from the laundry mat that day, and go to her favorite little twenty four hour coffee shop so that she could study. Then, a few hours before school, she's convince the custodian to let her in to do some extra studying. He always would, and she would always go to sleep in one of the large arm chairs in the fancy library of her school. But no, this was the weekend, and it wasn't so easy on the weekend....
But even when she is at her weakest, she didn't contemplate the idea of going home to her father. No, nothing would make her go back to him after what he did to her. Nothing.
To Cassandra's disappointment, the bell rang, people cheered, and she sulked as she back up a few things into her ratty backpack. When she stood, the black skirt she was wearing did not leave much to the imagination, for she found it in a washing machine, and it was a little too small and tight. Her long legs looked even longer in it, all the way down to the flats she wore. Her button down shirt was a little tight in her bust area, giving anyone who cared to look a sneak peak at her lacy black bra, but she was never very modest, and didn't think much about it.