Mission 2. Them as a strangers

The young lady skated down the street, a street definitely not in her own neighborhood, not when it was smooth enough for her to glide across without her getting thrown off, no. This one belongs in a subdivision, where the all the 'pathetic' rich people live in. Cassandra easily snuck in by climbing up the wall that separates it from her neighborhood, easy work.

There was nothing to worry about, the security guard won't even do their work properly as they rely on the security systems each family installed in their homes. The subdivision is empty, no cars passing by and no children screaming and running around.

Cassandra barely sees any people– she thinks they're having their vacations in another country. It was deserted. . . atleast for now. Her skateboard halted into a stop exactly infront of a mansion, typically white and boring. It was surrounded by the same tall white walls, but that wasn't the what caught her attention.

She watched intently as a boy climbed over the wall, trying to get out. He grabbed the branch of a nearby tree, tried to anchor himself there but failed, he fell down branch by branch until he fell on the grassy floor with a muffled scream.

It took everything to stop herself from laughing at him now and there. The boy looked up, mouthful of grass and loose soil, in which he hastefully spat out. It took her a moment to remember the familiar face, it was the boy from the market, Alex.

"Going vegetarian, eh?" Cassandra teased and much to her satisfaction, Alex stomped his foot wiping his mouth. "That's not funny," He groaned, he looks up. "Oh, it's you," Alex slowly approached her. "If I'm not mistaken, I didn't catch your name," He brushed his dark hair out of his eyes before shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Well I have no plans to introduce myself, sorry," Cassandra rolled her eyes. With a powerful kick with her skateboard, she took off, leaving the boy behind.

"Hey!" Alex runs after her, a small smile on his face. Cassandra looks over her shoulder with pure disgust, before looking back at her way with a sigh. This boy would annoy her to death. "Are you from here?" She hears him call out, his footfalls close until he was running alongside her.

"No," She bluntly answered.

"Then where?"

"Jupiter,"

"Oh so like you're an alien?"

Cassandra frowned, holding back to stop herself from smacking him upside his head. She decided to ignore him, pretend he's just a breeze of air. Silence passes by for a moment and then there was a loud thud as Alex fell again face first.

A sigh escaped her lips as she brought the skateboard to a gradual stop, her sneakers squeaking against the ground and then stepping off the deck. Cassandra walks over to the boy who was blowing his knee in pain.

She hesitated for a moment and then held her hand out. At the gesture, Alex's eyes flickered to her, then to her hand, before smiling. "Are you finally gonna introduce yourself?"

"No, I'm helping you up,"

Alex smiled wider. He grabbed her hand and Cassandra easily pulls him up. Now, with the little space between them, Cassandra feels pride growing in her chest as she noticed she's taller than Alex.

Cassandra looks down, still hand in hand with him and she awkwardly shook it. "Cassandra," She paused. "My name's Cassandra,"

"Cass," Alex muttered, staring at her with shining eyes.

"Cassandra," The girl corrected, feeling a bit annoyed at how the boy gave a nickname right away.

"Cass," Alex argued. "I'll call you Cass," He said with such a firm tone, and at this the girl across him bit her lip into a flat line.

A moment of silence before Cassandra harshly pulls her hand back, getting on her skateboard and kicking away, muttering to herself and speaking bad about the boy.

"I'll see you around!" She heard him scream, but she didn't bother to turn around. Cassandra never felt so intrigued and annoyed at a person before, save it for this rich kid.

Cassandra bit her lip as she took a sharp left around a street and by seeing the tall white wall not so far, she got off and threw the skateboard over the barrier. She climbed up with the broken off holes in the wall and landed on the other side of the subdivision.

Cassandra looks up to see her own neighborhood, the handmade shacks that's been familiar to her emvadinf her sight. Smiling at the environment, she took her skateboard and ran home.

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It was weird seeing the house looking so empty, without their mother going around the house with such a fuss and cursing their asses off when lazing around.

Cassandra peeked inside the dirty kitchen to see Caleb standing a great distance away from the stove, cooking. It was funny to see him scared of the popping oil, splashing so suddenly.

"What's for dinner?" Cassandra asked, walking in.

Caleb gave a short laugh. "How do you feel about. . . sausage omelette with spam juice?"

Cassandra scrunched her nose at that. "Sounds appetizing,"

She watched with interest as her elder brother walk around the kitchen, taking the worn out pan and pouring in the unfitting ingredients onto a bowl before mixing it. "Where's Carl? This has been the longest he's out?"

As much as Cassandra loves Caleb, she couldn't deny but wouldn't admit that her favorite brother is Carl. He was carefree, strict but in a tolerable and humoring way, and emo. Yes, emo and no, it's not a phase.

Caleb clenched his jaw, he never had a good relationship with his twin brother. "Never mind him, he'll come back when he can and I don't care," Lies. He still cares for his brother, yet the two shows it by arguing with each other.

Cassandra was about to open her mouth but the door creaked open, and at this the siblings turned their head towards it. A lean boy, with dark hair and pale skin lazily walked in. His eyeliner was a bit smudged making his eyes pop out, and those half-lidded eyes flickered to them. He raised a hand and putting up a rock n roll sign.

What the actual fu—

Cassandra snickered at that, a teasing remark already at the tip of her tongue but Caleb beats her to it. "Where were you?"

Carl removes his fake black leather jacket and carelessly threw it on the arm of the chair. He scratched his neck, trying to get his spiked collar off, looking as if he's thinking of an answer. "Did some work done," He shrugged, Cassandra rolls her eyes at that but Caleb wasn't amused, he knew better than that.

Wordlessly, he slid a plate of food across the table and then walked out. Cassandra watched the scene in interest. "That's dramatic," She said, chuckling. Carl smirked, falling into one of the seats behind the dining table.

"Well I wasn't joking I had work done," He laughed deeply. He pulled up his sleeve and showed his newly tattoed arm. Cassandra gasped, leaning across the table. "No way! You're crazy,"

A smirk appeared on Carl's lips once again.

"I know,"