<div class="floatleft">(http://www.funkytrend.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/wildslide111.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Cassandra Hemmill</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Delivering the Report</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td> Monica &amp; Adriaana</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Cassandra made a point of putting down her cookie. While it was tempting in a sort of sadistic way to finish her cookies in front of Adriaana, she did not want to risk earning the enmity of the girl she had to both live with and go to school with. Besides, she would probably get a chance for that kind of behaviour with the other girls in a few hours if she had read into her mother's text right. Turning to face her mother as Monica spoke to her, Cassie answered the usual question.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oh it was just the usual mum. Maths and Science were boring, which is a shame because Science WAS interesting until they stopped with the dissections and moved on to like, gravity and force and stuff. English would be nice if they stopped making us read through the novel one at a time out loud, that kinda dragged on you know?</strong>" Cassie paused for a moment, biting her lip as she considered the car question.<br/><br/>"<strong>Umm, with the car its just the radio that doesn't work, which doesn't matter anyway as most of the stuff on the radio is that silly pop stuff... there might be a teeny weeny little itty bitty dent on the bumper though.... but before you freak out, not my fault! This jerk in the parking lot wasn't watching where he was going! Ummm... how was your day?"</strong>Cassie finished, looking just a little bit sheepish and nervous.<br/><br/>