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"Just what the f**k are you Cassie?"

"I don't know..."

"How do you not know?!"

"I don't know..."

"Well what do you f**king know then?!"

"I don't know..."

"6 people are dead because of you, do you not realize that?!"

"I don't know..."

"Well you better f**king learn because they're DEAD Cassie, DEAD! None of them are ever coming back, they'll never know the love of a family of their own, they'll never know anything anymore, because they're DEAD burned to death in their own damn school dance."

"I know..."

"Well, at least you know that."









3 Hours Earlier:




"Cassie, David's here to pick you up for the dance!" mom called from the kitchen. She was probly in there cutting up carrots or something, to cover up what her and my dad would really be doing the whole night I was gone... The same thing I was going to be doing the whole night.

I laughed a little at the thought, then groaned and made a puke face because I realized I just thought about my parents in the sack.

I pulled on my underwear, (My "Lucky" underwear, you know, the little pink ones with the black hearts?) and looked at myself in the mirror, a little more than half-naked, and thought to myself Who needs "Lucky" underwear, as if luck has anything to do with David wanting me. s**t, I want me!" I did a little victory dance in my underwear, and sang a tuneless little song celebrating my becoming a woman.

David has been my friend since kinder, but my boyfriend for only about a year and a half. David was perfect. He had that "I'm too nice all the time, but I still want to make you even happier, and I hate myself for not being as perfect as you are." thing going on. Sometimes he was dark, depressed, and moody, but the rest of the time, he had a goofy and loving smile stitched to his face.

David was always really good at acting, lying, that sort of thing, he only really lied jokingly with me, (Secretly I don't think he could lie to me about anything serious if he wanted to.) and when he did lie for real, it was a poor lie.

Though I was absolutely sure about 3 things, I loved him with everything I had, He loved me with just a bit more than everything he had, and we wanted each other forever.

I stopped dancing and though about the first time we had become "Involved".

He was so cute. He was so nervous he actually shook! His arms, which were usually strong and attractive, were shaking like wet noodles. In the end we didn't actually do THAT, but we had found other ways to be intimate.

Tonight would be different than that time, I had always wanted to wait for him to take charge and take what he wanted(within reason of course), but he was, as always, a gentleman about those types of things, never pushing me, never really taking control, and always waiting for me to be okay with it.

What he never really understood was that I have always been okay with it