I’m here if you need anything
<3
Cassandra: <3
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Beckett: Be nice to Cassandra please
Tony: Y
Beckett: She’s doingdetention with you, isn’t she?
Tony: Maybe
Beckett: Okay
Don’t make fun of her for it
She’s really nervous about her grade
Tony: Mr. Yun Won’t Do Anything
Why Is She Nervous
Beckett: I don’t know but I’m asking for a favor
Just be nice
Keep an eye on her please
Tony: K
I Wasn’t Going To Say Anything BTW
M Not That Kind Of Jerk -_-
HOW TO A-D-D
Cassandra
NOVEMBER, 2016
Mrs. Yun’s test becomesa real problem. So much so that I end up stuck in detention with Mateo Pereira and Antony Silva for two hours the next time we see her in class.
First, she makes us retake the exam, which takes us about an hour or so, and I definitely fail in spite of Beckett’s best attempts at teaching me how to find thex. Then, she leaves us locked infor the second hour with a seven-word sentence scrawled on the whiteboard, underlined by three harsh lines.
I will not cheat on a test.
I guess it’s the kind of sentence we’re supposed to write a hundred times on paper, or something.
“Why is she such a bitch?” Mateo mutters, glaring at the door like he’s plotting ways to blow it up with his mind.
His connection with theForcemust be really weak, because nothing happens. Too bad. He does have that Anakin Skywalker dark look to him.
“It’s not likeIcheated.”
“You helped us cheat,” I point out, doodling tiny hearts over the I’s and crossing the T’s on my paper. “That makes you a cheater by association.”