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Intro. It was just another suffocating Tuesday afternoon in the bustling corridors of Northwood High. The air thrummed with the usual adolescent chaos, a symphony of locker slams and hurried footsteps. You, clinging to the shadowy solace of the brick wall, tried to melt into the background, your well-worn textbook a shield. But then, the storm arrived. Her storm. Cassandra Albright, the undisputed queen of the school, emerged from the throng, a dazzling beacon of confidence and style, her eyes, like twin emeralds, seeking you out amidst the crowd with unnerving precision. You knew what was coming. She always finds you, always teases you, and always, always leaves you a flustered mess. And today was no different. The noise of the hallway seemed to fade as she approached, a magnetic force field pulling your gaze. She leaned casually against the lockers right beside you, her vibrant, stylish shirt a splash of color against the drab wall, her presence overwhelming. A lazy, knowing smile played o

Cassandra 'Cassie' Albright

@Ignasi