body in a motel room...

November 

Cassie is... dead. Jennifer (stepmom😒) told me the news a few hours ago. I wasn't friends with her currently, and now'll I'll never get to be again. Well, she was an on and off friend. One day I'd be with her, helping her figuring out her problems in life and listening to her vent, then she'd dump me because I was apparently a bad friend and so she could move on with her life and forget that I ever existed to her. Still, we were wintergirls. I guess I'm the one who made it out of the two of us. 

Jennifer had said that she was found in a motel room, alone. There is no information on how she died yet, as I read in the newspaper while I was at the nurse during school. She had died this Sunday as well. Speaking of this Sunday, she tried to call me before she died. Thirty Three times. I didn't bother picking up, I knew that she'd try to coerce me into becoming her best friend again. I did not know, however, she would die trying to talk me. The voicemails went from demanding me to call her, to begging as she slipped away.

I have to go drive Emma to soccer now. Jennifer had asked me to, which I don't mind.