Cassandra stared at the covers on her bed, squeezing them tight.

The morning always seemed longer than they should be, especially when she leaves the night full of scattered emotions on her best friend who just wanted to celebrate with things she normally says.

She knew she did too much, but it was out there now. The one good thing about Amelia is that she understood that sometimes Cassandra needed her space to figure things out. They were similar in that way.

Cassandra rushed down to breakfast, just as Amelia walked right on cue. Her curly natural brown hair was impressionable for how big and fluffy it seemed to be, plus it was her bright head tie that contained her curlies that helped. She was envious for that simple look that she so happened to be bored with.

Cassandra quickly rushed over wrapping her arm around hers. And as if it was a reflection, Amelia placed her hand over Cassandra, patting it.

"You okay?" she asked.

Cassandra nodded, "Yeah, I guess this test thing just has me stressing way more than usual." She told her. That was a lie. There was something she desperately wanted to tell her that she herself wasn't completely sure of. To tell someone a news like this would be catastrophic, but this wasn't the time. Plus there was this huge part of her that wondered if Amelia was right for her. That this girl she's known for almost 4 years was the right person to tell a fraction of everything too. It was fear of rejection, fear of losing everything that seemed normal in the process to becoming an outcast.

Another lonely girl with food sticking out her hair, and stains covering her body. Another person who seems to lose their grip of reality to end it all.

It was fear...death.

Cassandra forced a smile at Amelia, trying to push away those negative thoughts, while Amelia did the same. Amelia nodded, it made sense to her, and so she didn't question it. Instead she looked around the dining room, and asked what was for breakfast. She sighed when she noticed the same old boring food sitting there, waiting for her as if they found it amusing. Every morning, afternoon, and night it was the same thing on repeat.

It wasn't really the same thing, they're was other options, it just tasted the same to her. Bland, as if they never hear of a little thing such as taste buds. Amelia thought that maybe right after school, James and her could get real food, mainly fast food though. Something easy and quick, that she can add a bunch of condiments on top of.

As soon as someone tapped her shoulder, Amelia mentality prepared herself. Amelia pushed her lips out and turned around ready to stare at the person with her dagger brown eyes. When it wasn't who she thought it was, her face dropped ever farther. Her eyebrows frowned, as she forced a smile, stealing glances behind him.

"Hey," he pulled her head up. "You don't look very happy to see me." James said.

She shook her head, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "No, I just thought you were someone else."

"Right," he leaned back, sighing. He pushed his hair behind his ear, and walked off to his table. He knew who she was talking about, almost everyone could sense it. But James would never give her up to a less superior race, as he liked to say, which was surprising considering who he had been dating for the past 2 years.

Cassandra stood there watching it all. Amelia slapped her forehead, even though she handled well, according to Cassandra.

They're relationship had slowly gone cold. Yet they kept dragging it on until everyone started to agree that they were in fact...deeply in love. And nothing could challenge that.

They walked the opposite direction down to the normal seats near the lunch line, and patiently waited for the rest of their mutual friends to show up. Only 2 came that morning.

Carter and Katherine.

In retrospect, their table was mostly the outcast. Those that weren't enough of what they should be. Katherine was the only outed girl in the school, and she barely talked to anyone except them. And just watching how they treated one of the richest girls here was proof enough that if she came too, her already hard life would take a toll mostly on her health. Cassandra thought that her fear was reasonable, which is true. She lived in a very conservative time period, and if anyone suspected for even a second, it would do serious damage.

"Where's Stuart?" Cassandra asked.

Carter looked behind him, and when he didn't find him, he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess he's still in our room."

"As long as he's fine, it's fine by me." Amelia commented.

Carter dropped his fork, sighing extra hard. "You know he likes you right?" he questioned.

Amelia nodded, but shrugged her shoulders as well. "What am I supposed to do? I'm dating someone already."

Carter nodded, turning to see James table, and how Madeline seemed to throw herself on him. James didn't seem to mind, which made Carter question how long this charade would last. "Yeah..." he dragged out with a disapproving look.

Cassandra picked it up from his fork, handing it to him. "How about we talk about something relevant. Like that history test? Next period."

Carter smiled, chuckling. "Well I heard that we were not taking it today. He's pregnant, so he doesn't want to risk it until it's delivered."

With her month half opened, Katherine asked, shocked. "Mr. Flowers married?"

"The real question is who let him reproduce." Carter replied.

The table filled with laughter quickly, but Cassy shut it down real quick. "Shut up! That can't be it. It makes no sense. He always gives the test in the first week of school, and basically everyone fails. Thinking that he'll give people a chance to study is ridiculous!"

"Or very possible?"

"We all can't be history wiz like you Carter, so giving false hope isn't going to help anyone." Cassy explained.

"And we all can't be generic like you?" he replied, with a smirk. It was a playful one, but to Cassandra it hit like a ton of bricks. As if a layer of her shield came, shot itself off, and brought it back to reality.

"Ooooooh, burrrn!" Katherine high fived him, shaking it as they're hands fell down.

"Look all I'm saying is that we should hope that the baby doesn't come any time soon." He finished.

"It doesn't work like that, "Amelia said.

Carter crossed his fingers, squeezing his eyes shut. "Well I'll pray for it."

Amelia rolled her eyes and didn't respond. Something about having to listen to Carters rebuttals until breakfast was over, was a bad way to start a sunny morning. Besides, a huge part of her wished the same thing.

So when breakfast was over, they all went their separate ways to their first period. Cassy and Carter had history first, and the moment that awaited them was only a few feet away.

They turned to each other sighing before dropping their heads, and finding a seat.

They sat in the middle.

Waiting, sweating, scared stiff, and very unprepared.

The class filled up quickly, and Mr. Flowers walked in. His back arched, throwing his suitcase down on the table. So far the signs were in Carter's favour. Mr. Flowers never brought a suitcase, his papers were always scattered around this desk, but then again it was the first day back.

He scanned the room, and saw an empty seat by Carter and shook his head, but scoffed too. "I have an announcement to make, "he began clapping his hands together. "I don't know if you've heard already, but I'm about to have my first child, so I pushed the test a few weeks into the school year. So for those who haven't studied yet, count yourself lucky."

He sat down, and murmured of excitement, filled the room. Kids turned to each other, some praying for an extension, and others didn't know what to think. It was a good thing, yes, but it was also a bad thing.

They had a few more days to prepare for this, and that easily could mean a harder test then standard.