Adrian's P.O. V

“Well, well, well,” Cassandra sneered, resting a hand on her hip. “It seems I'm not the only one having a bad morning."

“Are you lost… or something?” I frowned.

Cassandra smirked, settling into the chair across from me. “Oh, I think I'm right where I need to be."

I ignored her, turning my attention back to the green mush, just waiting to be eaten.

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

“Why don't you just mind your own business or, better still,...