Adrian P. O. V

“Well, well, well”. Cassandra said, her hands on her hips. "It seems like I'm not the only one having a bad morning today."

“Are you lost… or something?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly.

Cassandra smirked as she sat across me. “Oh, I think I'm right where I need to be."

I ignored her, turning my attention back to the plate in front of me.

“I can see you're wearing PJs for breakfast now," Cassandra teased: "And yet Mom and Dad love to call me the crazy one, but look at you acting more rebellious than I am.

I turned to her, a hint of annoyance...