With the seemingly never-ending goodbyes out of the way, Cassie slammed the front door and commenced with a victory dance. She grabbed a brush off a nearby table and used it as a mic,
“I’d like to thank the babysitter for getting poison ivy, my dad’s company for holding an event he couldn’t miss and of course, my parents, for deciding that I was close enough to thirteen to stay home alone.”
Cassie tossed her long flame colored hair over her shoulder, like the girls on T.V. do, and gave a small curtsy. She dissolved into giggles while making her way over to the couch, the soles of her shoes flapping loudly against her bare feet. Throwing herself down, something mother never approved of, she flicked on the T.V. Maybe she’d find an R-rated movie.
Suddenly everything went black. Cassie groaned. No power also meant no air conditioner. Luckily she was wearing her summer uniform; shorts and a flimsy tank. Reluctantly she got up. There was a flashlight in her room. Out of the corner of her eye she spied something next to her. It was white and it was moving. A ghost?! Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Her hands trembled slightly. Eyes wide, she turned to face it head on, and promptly slapped herself upside her head. It was just the reflection of her shorts in the mirror. Power flipped back on and Cassie immediately decided no R movies. For sanity’s sake, it’d be a Disney night.