Chapter 1

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"Okay class, you will all be required to go to a trial before next Monday, there are papers with a list by the door." My professor says,"have a good weekend."

I stand up and say goodbye to my friend, Jessie, and walk out while grabbing a paper.

"Crap," I say looking at my watch I'm going to be late for work. I run out of the college and jump into my car. Thank goodness the doctors office is only a few blocks away. I'm there in 5 minutes flat.

I run into my office and apologize that I'm late explaining that my classes ran late.

"It's okay Kendal, just don't make it a habit." Mrs. Armstrong says. She's the doctors wife.

"Thank you," I say sitting at my little desk.

Nothing really new happened. A few people came in to pay bills some with appointments. Other then that everything was completely normal.

"So, how are your classes going?" Mrs. Armstrong asks.

"Good, oh that reminds me. Can I have off a few hours Saturday to go to a trial for my class?" I ask.

"Sure just let me know the time," she says.

I try to remember the list, there was a murder trial at noon so during my lunch break.

"Is noon okay?" I ask.

"Sounds good to me."

"Thank you, so anything new happen while I was gone?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh okay," I say.

Now, your probably wondering if I'm using my American or British voice. And I'm using my British because now I'm just being me.

I'm look at my watch and see that it is already 9 o'clock at night.

"Well, I better go, big day tomorrow," I say with a little laugh.

"Yes, it is late see you tomorrow." She says smiling.

I walk out to my car and head to my condo, which I happily have by myself.

I unlock the door and walk in turning on the tv to the news.

"Famous Boyband One Direction will be having a concert here tomorrow," the lady says standing in front of a big building.

I block the rest out as I get into the shower. By the time I'm out the news is off and some crime show is on.

I dry off and get into my pajamas and I'm off to bed.

I'm asleep in seconds.

~next day~

"Shut up!" I mutter to my alarm.

I grab my phone and look at the time 8 o'clock.

Work starts at 9 I guess I need to get up.

I walk into the bathroom changing into my shrubs. Usually I just work at the desk, so I don't have to wear these, but today I'm working with people.

I add a bit of makeup like base and mascara. And pull my hair up. Once I walk out of the bathroom it's only 8:30. STARBUCKS!

Okay, so I guess you could call me addicted to Starbucks. I mean who doesn't love that place. I head out to my car and jump in. I get there in about 10 minutes and there is barely a line that I can see from the car.

I step out and go inside I order my regular a Vanilla frappé.

"Kendal." I hear them yell in a few minutes. I grab my coffee and head out back to my car and driving to my job.

Once there, I make my way to the door, but something stops me.

"Cassie! Is that you?" I hear someone yell from behind me and I automatically know who it is. Oh no.

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