Cassandra Hale
Cassandra heard her alarm clock go off but ignored it at first to sleep a little bit more, she liked the song that she had set as an alarm sound. It was a melodic sound with a violin and a piano. It used to be her mother's favourite song and she had kept it as her alarm sound after she had died. Her father hadn't really approved it but never forced her to change it. She almost drifted back to sleep before a knock was heard from her door.
"Cassandra, sweetheart. Time to get up, I'm leaving in a minute." Her father said through the door and then went away. Cassandra reluctantly sat up in her bed and stretched a bit before she went off the bed to go to the kitchen. Her father stood there, checking if he had everything with him. "Good morning. I'll probably stay late tonight. I packed your lunch in your bag and all of your books that you left chattered over the kitchen table stands there." He pointed at the kitchen table and there stood a neat pile with books and notebooks.
"Oh, thank you dad. I'll see you tomorrow then. Love you." She said with a smile and kissed his cheek. The only difference between them was that he had dark hair. Her golden blonde hair, she'd gotten from mother, otherwise they were really alike. She went to get some breakfast.
"Love you too kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow. Call if anything happens." He said before he closed the door behind him. Cassandra couldn't help but roll her eyes. He always said the same thing, every morning but she never complained really. It was a daily morning routine for them. She made some toast and drank orange juice, cleaned up after her and then went to take a shower.
She grabbed some clothes and dried her hair, brushing it and then went to the kitchen again. She wanted to go through her books once again but, it wasn't really necessary. She could head to school and be there a good time before her classes started. Or she could take it slow, walking to school. She usually took her bike to school. She hummed a bit and then took the books for her classes today, put it down in her bag. She looked at the clock and bit on her bottom lip, she had 30 minutes to get to school.
"Oh screw it.." She muttered, grabbing her bag, shoved on her boots, took her black helmet and leather jacket. She put her other jacket in her bag before taking on the leather jacket. She should wear the whole outfit but her father let her be on that. She did it when she wanted to take a longer ride. She took out her bike from the garage and put on her helmet. The motorcycle purred into life under her hands and she took down the visor before driving away towards the school.
She didn't really take the straight way to her school and by the time she parked her bike and everything, she just had a couple of minutes before her class would begin. She went straight for the room where her first class would and tested the door. Yes, it was her lucky day today. She smiled for herself and went inside to sit down at one of the seats to the windows, in the middle. She didn't want to sit too far away or too close so she wouldn't get so many questions. It made her nervous to talk in front of the class and nervousness meant stuttering and that was something she really didn't want to do.
She placed her helmet on the floor under the desk with her bag after she had placed her books on the desk. She only zipped up her jacket so she wouldn't get to warm, she really liked the smell of leather. And oil of course. It all reminded her of what she and her father did when they had the time. Or rather, when he had the time.