Well, today is Friday! YAY! But, only two more days left of Spring Break, and it's supposed to rain all day tomorrow :(
But today, I went to the zoo with my dad, sister, and two brothers. Loads of fun. I haven't been to the zoo in like five years. :D
But, now apparently, my sister has lice. :( I really hope I don't get it from her. That would be bad!
But, I noticed I start everything with but, weird? Anyways, not that time!, I'm actually writing chapter two of book two! I'm so excited. If you're actually reading all these chapters and stuff, I'll post the link up to join the Facebook group, yes a facebook group for The Assassin fans, they're all my friends. But if you join, you can participate in some discussions, like your opinion of Seth Edwards, that's a great one, and RSVP for the premiere of Chapter Two. Link coming to a computer near you!
So, this chapter has been pretty easy, because I'm basically summarizing Cassie's life. And I copy and pasted most of it from book one, then added on. :P
Anyways, here's a little excerpt:

I guess I should explain. My name is Cassie Dreandry. I’m fifteen years old and my birthday is April 24th. I was adopted when I was three in Denver, Colorado. Ever since then, I’ve lived with my dad who does the single parent thing, and he rocks at it. I’m, well what I guess you could call, the all American teenage girl. I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m somewhere in the middle of my school’s food chain, and my best friend is working to make us move our way higher up.
But there’s so much more to me than what everyone in the world sees. I’m not really the all American, typical, teenage girl. You see, I have an alter ego. Sort of like Hannah Montana, except my alter ego doesn’t sing. She kills people. My alter ego is the Assassin. Fourteen years ago, when my father killed my mother, for reasons I’ll probably never know about, she kinda cursed him. With me. When I think about it, I can’t help but giggle, because when she cursed him, she kinda cursed all of humanity with me. Lucky humanity. I don’t remember the exact details of the night, but apparently I have some mission that only being the Assassin will help me accomplish, and until that happens, I’ll be killing people. I don’t know what that something I have to accomplish is, so I don’t know if it’s even out there. I guess I’ll find out when I die. But for the mean time, my main goal is to make sure no one finds out about my little secret, because if they do, it’ll cost me MY life. And that’s not the way I roll.
I don’t exactly know where I come from. I was born in Dallas, Texas, and I assume my parents lived in the Dallas area. I was only six months old when my mom died. Sometime after my mom died and my dad was thrown into jail, for life, I was shipped out to Denver to an orphanage. I lived there until I was adopted by my dad, Joe.
I’ve never had the guts to ask him, and I don’t think I will, but I’ve always wondered how he knew about my secret to become the Assassin. And why is he okay with it? It is that he loves me so much; he’s willing to overlook that potentially fatal, little problem? And his girlfriend, Beth, whom I love to death, like a mom. Like the mom who I never had. They’ve been going out since we moved to New York two years ago. And the best part about it all? She knows. She knows about my secret, and she’s not running, yelling it to the press. You see, I belong to a secret organization called the National Assassins Association. I know, the name’s pretty lame, but it’s a bunch of people who have alter egos like mine. Beth is on the board of managers, I don’t know exactly what she does, but I know she’s on it. I’ve never met another member of the NAA, besides Beth. I know that there’s a tattoo on every member of the NAA. It’s like a symbol. It’s tattooed on the inside of the left arm. It looked like a fancy checkmark. Beth had one too.

So enjoy!
And until next time my lovlies!


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