Southwest Cougars Freshman Year Box Set Episodes 1-6: A Middle School Book for Girls: The Extraordinarily Ordinary Life of Cassandra Jones, #5

By Tamara Hart Heiner

She's claimed her place.
And she will fight to keep it.

The final year of junior high.This is it.

Cassie has it made. She's got a boyfriend, is finally in the popular crowd, and her school year looks like it will be fabulous. She's a cool kid, and she feels on top of the world.

On top of that, Cassie decides she wants to be an actress, an author, and a musician.

And then . . . the boyfriend decides to find someone else. And her best friends start looking for cooler people. And her advanced classes take up all her free time.

Jump in and join Cassie on the newest and most exciting adventure yet: surviving ninth grade!

Contains:

Episode 1: Never Been Kissed

Episode 2: Rebound and Glory

Episode 3: Kiss and Tell

Episode 4: Masquerade

Epsiode 5: Super Star

Episode 6: Crushing It

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tamara Heiner
• Release date: Mar 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224753666

Tamara Hart Heiner

Tamara Hart Heiner lives in Arkansas with her husband, four kids, a cat, a rabbit, and several fish. She would love to add a macaw and a sugar glider to the family collection. She graduated with a degree in English and an editing emphasis from Brigham Young University. She's been an editor for BYU-TV and currently works as an editor for WiDo Publishing and as a freelancer. She's the author of the young adult suspense series, PERILOUS, INEVITABLE, the CASSANDRA JONES saga, and a nonfiction book about the Joplin tornado, TORNADO WARNING. 

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Southwest Cougars Freshman Year

The Extraordinarily Ordinary Life of Cassandra Jones

Tamara Hart Heiner

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copyright 2019 Tamara Hart Heiner

cover art by Tamara Hart Heiner

Also by Tamara Hart Heiner:

Perilous series:

Perilous (WiDo Publishing 2010)

Altercation (WiDo Publishing 2012)

Deliverer (Tamark Books 2014)

Priceless (WiDo Publishing 2016)

Vendetta (Tamark Books 2018)

Goddess of Fate:

Inevitable (Tamark Books 2013)

Entranced (Tamark Books 2017)

Coercion (Tamark Books 2019)

Kellam High:

Lay Me Down (Tamark Books 2016)

Reaching Kylee (Tamark Books 2016)

The Extraordinarily Ordinary Life of Cassandra Jones:

Walker Wildcats Year 1: Age 10 (Tamark Books 2015)

Walker Wildcats Year 2: Age 11 (Tamark Books 2016)

Southwest Cougars Year 1: Age 12 (Tamark Books 2017)

Southwest Cougars Year 2: Age 13 (Tamark Books 2018)

Eureka in Love series:

After the Fall (Tamark Books 2018)

Tornado Warning (Dancing Lemur Press 2014)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Contents

Episode 1: Never Been Kissed

Chapter One - Barbecue Bash

Chapter Two - Stood Up

Chapter Three - Adventures in Babysitting

Chapter Four - Gig's Up

Chapter Five - Revival

Chapter Six - Mudding

Chapter Seven - Forcing the Heart

Chapter Eight - New York New York

Chapter Nine - Subway Woes

Chapter Ten - On the Skinny

Chapter Eleven - Double Time

Chapter Twelve - Great Expectations

Episode 2: Rebound and Glory

Chapter Thirteen - On the Inside

Chapter Fourteen - Boys and Girls

Chapter Fifteen - Secret Crush

Chapter Sixteen - Desire and Want

Chapter Seventeen - Night Time Visitor

Chapter Eighteen - The Morning After

Chapter Nineteen - Bad Vibes

Chapter Twenty - Dear Josh

Chapter Twenty-One - Sweet Partings

Chapter Twenty-Two - Creative Content

Chapter Twenty-Three - Neanderthal Lock-in

Chapter Twenty-Four - First Date

Episode 3: Kiss and Tell

Chapter Twenty-Five - Gummy Bears and Okra

Chapter Twenty-Six - Hands and Lips

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Kissing Mania

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Too Many Boys

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Secret Keeper

Chapter Thirty - Birthday Woes

Chapter Thirty-One - Harmony

Chapter Thirty-Two - Weird Friends

Chapter Thirty-Three - Back to Work

Chapter Thirty-Four - Crushed Plans

Chapter Thirty-Five - Perfect Pitch

Chapter Thirty-Six - Jealousy

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Tipping Cows

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Eye Ow

Episode 4: Masquerade

Chapter Thirty-Nine - English Girl

Chapter Forty - Blue-Eyed

Chapter Forty-One - Cross Roads

Chapter Forty-Two - Rivalries

Chapter Forty-Three - The One Left Out

Chapter Forty-Four - Christmas Star

Chapter Forty-Five - Double Meanings

Chapter Forty-Six - Dancing Queens

Chapter Forty-Seven - Special Attention

Chapter Forty-Eight - Stealing the Show

Chapter Forty-Nine - Friendly Girls

Chapter Fifty - Killer Hearts

Chapter Fifty-One - Conflicts and Love

Chapter Fifty-Two - Full of Doubts

Episode 5: Super Star

Chapter Fifty-Three - Mother May I

Chapter Fifty-Four - Blue Weather

Chapter Fifty-Five - Super Early

Chapter Fifty-Six - High School Day

Chapter Fifty-Seven - I Do

Chapter Fifty-Eight - Clearing the Air

Chapter Fifty-Nine - Two Birthdays

Chapter Sixty - Brainiacs

Chapter Sixty-One - Lost in Love

Chapter Sixty-Two - Clinical Studies

Chapter Sixty-Three - Final Straw

Episode 6: Crushing It

Chapter Sixty-Four - Catching the Eye

Chapter Sixty-Five - Big City Girls

Chapter Sixty-Six - Rain Check

Chapter Sixty-Seven - BBQ Surprise

Chapter Sixty-Eight - Little Kid Games

Chapter Sixty-Nine - Back Stabbers

Chapter Seventy - True Confessions

Chapter Seventy-One - No More Glamour

Chapter Seventy-Two - The Crap Slide

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Episode 1: Never Been Kissed

CHAPTER ONE

Barbecue Bash

Cassandra Jones opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, an excited flutter in her chest. She stretched her toes and pointed them toward the far wall.

Today was the day of the big barbecue.

The anxious excitement grew into an army of singing crickets, and Cassie’s limbs bounced and fidgeted in agreement. She couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She hopped up and hurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth, widening her eyes and checking out her reflection in the mirror as she did.

What did Josh see in her, exactly? Of all her friends, she felt the plainest. Her dark hair refused to curl and hung in straight sheets past her shoulders. Her skin looked a little washed out after months of cold weather, but now that it was summer, she should get her color back. When she’d met Josh, she’d been standing in the shadow of her beautiful and vivacious friends, Andrea and Amity. Yet somehow, Josh had liked her more, and today he and his friends were making the two-hour drive from Oklahoma to Arkansas so they could have a barbecue party. Cassie and her friends had planned this with eagerness for a week, and she could hardly believe the day was finally here.

Barely had she put her toothbrush down when her phone rang. Cassie paraded from the bathroom and pounced on it, flipping it open as soon as she saw her friend Maureen’s name dancing across the front.

Hi! Cassie said.

In the bed beside her, Cassie’s sister Emily groaned and kicked her legs. Be quiet, Cassie. It’s too early.

Cassie lowered her voice. What’s going on? she asked Maureen, suddenly afraid the girl was calling with bad news.

I can’t wait for tonight! Maureen said, her voice breathy. I hardly slept knowing we would see Josh and Andy soon! Do you think he will bring any other friends?

He said he would, Cassie said. I haven’t talked to him yet today, but I’ll ask. That warm giddiness filled her chest again. Cassie gave herself a mental pinch, hardly daring to believe that she was the girl Josh had chosen for his girlfriend, and now she was the girl all of her friends envied. Josh was in high school, almost seventeen, and all of his friends were just as cute and mature as he was.

What should I wear tonight? Maureen asked.

Cassie entered her own closet and wrinkled her nose. She was the last person ever to give fashion advice. She would much rather read a book than pick out clothes. I don’t know. You look good in whatever you wear. It seemed like a safe answer, though Maureen was slightly on the chunky side with super long hair that she usually kept in a ponytail. Fashion wasn’t exactly her forte either.

You should wear a sundress, Maureen said. Show off your shoulders. You have such nice skin.

That sounded like a good plan. Cassie fingered the material of several short, sleeveless dresses in her closet. I think I will!

Maureen gave a little giggle. He’s not going to be able to resist you!

Cassie was still smiling after she hung up the phone and changed her clothes. She never would’ve been able to guess a year ago that her friends would be some of the most popular girls in school and that they would treat her like an equal, even someone enviable.

She pulled out the curling iron, determined to make it curl her hair. She wanted to look her absolute best. Maybe she could even pass for fifteen.

Come on, Cassie, Mrs. Jones said, poking her head into the bedroom. We’ve got to go shopping if we’re going to put on that big barbecue tonight.

Right! Cassie squealed.

She searched for a pair of shoes under her bed. But now Emily had sat up and was watching her groggily.

I can’t believe Mom is letting you do this.

Me either, Cassie breathed. She sat up and slid her feet into her sandals. Her parents had made it very clear she wasn’t allowed to date until she was sixteen. But since Josh lived in Tahlequah two hours away, Mrs. Jones allowed Cassie to be his girlfriend as long as they were never alone. She fully supported a barbecue with friends and family in attendance.

Get some cookies for dessert, Emily said, crashing back against her bed.

The two girls had stayed up late into the night talking, but Emily apparently didn’t have an adrenaline rush to propel her from her bed this morning.

I will. Maybe even a pie. And Cassie was going to eat it, too. She had spent the past year struggling with her weight and her attitude about food. She was doing better now, trying to see food as something vital and important that she needed to nourish her body. But sometimes she had to remind herself to eat more than she was inclined.

I’m in the car, Cassie! her mom shouted from the kitchen.

I’m coming! Cassie called back.

She had just barely exited her bedroom when her cell phone rang. She paused in the kitchen, fishing through the little purse swaying from her shoulder. She found the device, and her heart gave a little tumble when she saw Josh’s name. She flipped it open.

Josh! she said, trying to sound like a breathy, flirty girlfriend. This all took so much work. I’ve been waiting to hear from you! What time will you be here?

Hi, Cassie. There was a pause. There’s been a slight problem. I’m not sure if I’m going to make it.

Cassie froze. The world around her froze. She gripped the phone tighter in her hands, refusing to believe his words. You have to. All my friends are coming. My mom and I are about to buy the food. This couldn’t happen. It would be a total catastrophe of Josh and his friends couldn’t make it.

I’m still working on it, okay? I’ll let you know.

No, you have to come, Cassie said. You have to figure out a way. Whatever it takes. She hung up and dropped her phone into her bag, the worry and fear constricting her heart. Then she shoved it aside. Josh knew how important this was to her. He would get here.

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Cassie tried to focus on her excitement as her mom picked up food item after food item.

Do you want this at the barbecue? she would ask after each one.

Cassie pasted on a smile and nodded, but the worry grew bigger in her chest. Andrea and Amity had already called to say how excited they were, and even Cara had sent Cassie a text to say she couldn’t wait to meet Josh. Beautiful, quiet Cara, the one whose approval Cassie most craved.

All right, I think that’s everything, Mrs. Jones said. She pushed the cart toward the checkout line. Can you think of anything we might have forgotten?

Cassie shook her head. No, this looks great. She swallowed hard.

Her phone rang, and she looked down at her hand where she still held it cupped in her palm. Her throat tightened. It was Josh.

She took several steps away from her mother and the cart, moving into another aisle before answering. Hello?

Cassie, I’m so sorry, Josh said. I can’t come.

His apology fell on deaf ears. Her face flushed hot with rage and embarrassment. We’ve been planning this for over a week! How can you tell me now you can’t come?

I’m so sorry, he said, and he sounded miserable. My uncle needs my car today, and I can’t find anyone else’s. I would rather be there with you, I promise.

The burning had moved to her throat and her eyes, and Cassie blinked rapidly. She took several deep breaths to keep from yelling at him.

Cassie? he said.

It’s fine. It’s fine. You did what you can.

Please don’t be angry at me.

Cassie felt nothing except anger toward him. But she also knew, logically, that this wasn’t his fault. It was just bad luck. Her bad luck.

It’s fine, she repeated. I better go.

Call me later?

Yeah. Bye. Cassie closed the phone and inhaled deeply, trying to compose herself. Putting a smile on her face, she walked back over to her mother, who was already unloading the cart onto the conveyor belt.

Was that Josh? Mrs. Jones asked, glancing at Cassie before returning to the items.

Yes, she said.

What did he say?

This was her chance. This was the moment for Cassie to tell her mother the boys weren’t coming. And she would let her friends down and go from being the most important member of their group to the most pathetic.

He just needed directions, Cassie said, lowering her eyes and smoothing the front of her dress. They leave in a few hours.

The cashier continued ringing up items, the machine beeping as the total rose. Eighty-two dollars. Eighty-five. Ninety.

Mrs. Jones smiled. Wonderful. We’ll make sure the food is ready by then.

She whipped out her debit card to pay for the barbecue food, totaling more than a hundred dollars. Cassie swallowed hard against the painful knot in her throat. She was committed now.

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Amity and Andrea were the first of Cassie’s friends to show up. They arrived at her house in matching tank tops and shorts, wearing their hair in soft waves and a little too much makeup on their faces.

Hi! Cassie said, summoning her best acting skills and greeting them with a perky smile.

Amity squeezed her arm. Aren’t you so excited? I can’t believe Josh is coming up here just for this!

Yeah, Andrea said. You’re so lucky your boyfriend can drive. She rolled her eyes for emphasis. The rest of us are all stuck dating fourteen-year-olds.

Cassie nodded, her forced smile still pasted on her mouth. So lucky. And she would be, if she could get her boyfriend to show up. The girls had just finished their eighth-grade year, and Cassie still couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend in high school.

Who is he bringing? Andy? And who else? Amity said, glancing at her nails and then back to Cassie, not quite hiding the eagerness in her eyes.

Cassie had not forgotten that Amity liked Josh also. The surprising thing was that Josh preferred Cassie over Amity, with her curvy body and greenish eyes. Cassie always felt second next to her.

Yeah. Andy. And maybe someone else, I can’t remember. She was floundering, unable to think of a plausible lie on the tip of her tongue.

But the other girls didn’t notice. Let’s put some makeup on you, Andrea said, calling Cassie back to the bedroom she shared with Emily.

Maureen and Cara showed up just as Andrea finished applying the third coat of mascara to Cassie’s eyelashes. Cassie’s stomach turned so violently she worried she’d be sick. Now they were all here, except Janice, who wasn’t coming.

Don’t you look beautiful, Cara said, leaning close to press her cheek against Cassie’s in an air kiss. I can’t wait to meet this man of yours.

I can’t wait for that either, Cassie said, certain her smile wobbled on her face. That day would not be today.

The girls’ parents were laughing and talking in the living room, and then Mr. Jones called out, Cassie! It’s time to head to the park for the barbecue!

Deep breath. She would get through this somehow. She stood up, eyes on the carpet as she pushed past her friends. Coming.

The girls all piled into the Jones’ van, leaving their parents to follow them in separate vehicles. Cassie’s family lived out in the country, surrounded by seven acres and beautiful trees but not much else. It took at least ten minutes to get anywhere, and that was only to things still out in the country like the park. Everything else of social importance, like church or school or even the grocery store, took at least twenty minutes to get to. Even most of her friends lived in town.

The excitement and anticipation was ripe in the air, and Cassie tried to act as if she expected a happy ending as the girls pushed each other on the swings, heads turning to look at the road every few minutes. Mr. Jones got a fire going on one of the grills, and Mrs. Jones laid out bags of chips and salads and soda.

Cassie told herself to just enjoy this barbecue with her friends, but she knew everyone had gathered under false pretenses. If they knew the truth, they would be furious with her.

CHAPTER TWO

Stood Up

What time did Josh say they were coming? Amity asked after the girls had been playing for several minutes.

Cassie pulled her phone out and checked the time. A little after four o’clock. He said he’d arrive between now and five. So they are probably still in route.

Cara clicked her tongue. So like a boy. He should’ve called you when he left so you would have a better time. Give him a call and find out where he is.

Crapola. She couldn’t call him now because her friends would hear the truth. But she couldn’t not call without it looking really strange. Her mind scrambled for an excuse. He said he doesn’t like to talk on the phone when he’s driving. I think it might be illegal in Oklahoma.

The other girls made noises of understanding and nodded their heads.

He’s so responsible, Amity said.

So important to be safe, Cara agreed.

Cassie nodded, greatly relieved to have avoided that issue. So we’ll just wait a little bit more.

The girls went back to playing on the swings and chatting, but Cassie noticed a difference in the air. They were a bit more impatient now, and conversations stalled as they kept looking down the road.

What’s his car look like? Maureen asked.

That wasn’t something she had ever thought to ask. I don’t know. Just normal, I guess. It’s a car.

Maureen snorted out a laugh and rolled her eyes. So like Cassie, to not even know how important a car is!

The other girls laughed with her, and Cassie’s cheeks burned. Once again she was reminded how different she was from them, and how much effort it took to act like one of them. Why was a car important? How did it matter in the least what he drove? But she could never say that.

Girls, Mrs. Jones said, coming over to join them. Do we know what time the boys are coming?

Sometime between four and five, Amity said, answering for Cassie.

Mrs. Jones checked her watch. Well, it’s four forty-five. So they must be almost here.

The girls smiled, and Cassie’s mom walked away. The small talk had nearly died, as none of them had gathered to chat with each other, something they did on a daily basis. They were all here for one reason: to flirt with cute boys.

The minutes ticked by slowly. A little after five, Mr. Jones came over.

The burgers are ready. Are we waiting for the boys, or shall we go ahead and eat?

All eyes turned to Cassie, waiting for her to make a decision. Let’s go ahead and get started, she said. I’ll try and call Josh.

Everyone headed for the pavilion except Amity, who hung behind. Cassie turned her back on her and walked several paces away. She pulled her phone out and dialed Josh’s number. She only let it ring once before hanging up, glad he hadn’t answered. She turned around and returned to the pavilion, kneading her brows together in false consternation.

Nobody answered. I’m sure it’s because they’re driving.

The adults and girls alike murmured their agreement and sat at the tables with plates piled high with burgers and chips. The conversation was stilted and dry, and Cassie found she couldn’t eat or participate.

You’re really worried, aren’t you? Andrea said, misinterpreting Cassie’s actions. I’m sure they’re okay.

Yeah, Cassie said, glad she didn’t have to be so cheerful anymore. I’m sure they are. She exhaled and picked at her chips.

Should we try and call someone, Cassie? Mrs. Jones asked, sitting down across from her.

I don’t have anyone else’s number. Thank goodness for that. And thank goodness none of her friends did either.

Well, let’s try and enjoy our time here. Mrs. Jones patted her hand, but her face reflected her worry.

Cassie bit on her lower lip, falling more easily into this role than being the hopeful and excited girl from earlier. I hope they’re okay, she said.

Instantly her friends gathered around her like mother hens.

Oh, hon, I’m sure they are, Cara said, rubbing her shoulders.

I’ll keep watching the road, Maureen said. They could show up any moment.

Let’s sing a song, Amity said. What about the song you danced to the first time?

Can you—Andrea began, belting out the familiar melody.

Cassie buried her face in her hands, guilt making her face hot.

Amity slapped Andrea on the thigh. Stop singing that! It’s making her sad!

Cassie giggled, but she hid it in her hands. Her friends could be awfully silly.

Her phone rang in her purse, startling her. Cassie jerked up and grabbed at it before anyone could see the caller.

Is it them? Is it Josh? Amity leaned in closer, peering around Cassie’s shoulder.

It was. Cassie took a deep breath and stepped away from the picnic table. She moved over to the far side of the pavilion, feeling all eyes on her.

Hello? she said.

Hi, Cassie. I missed a call from you.

She turned slightly so none of her friends could read her lips. I just thought maybe you found a way to get here.

Oh, man, you’re making me feel so bad. I’m sorry. There was no way for me to get there.

So you’re not coming? She let her voice rise upward on the last word, knowing it would echo through the pavilion.

I’ll make it up to you. Maybe next weekend. Some other time, I promise.

Yeah. Sure. It’s fine. She sniffled, trying to dredge up some real emotion. But she had played too many parts in the past few hours, and there were no tears to cry. I better go. All my friends are here.

Tell everyone I’m really sorry.

Okay. Cassie closed her phone and returned to the group, keeping her eyes down.

What happened? Maureen asked.

That was Josh. They’re not coming.

Her statement was met with gasps and cries of disbelief.

Why not? Andrea asked, scrunching her brow.

Cassie searched for a likely reason. His car broke down on the way here. He had to get it towed home and doesn’t have another way to get here.

The lie came easily enough.

That’s what you get for having a bad car, Maureen said, and the comic relief brought chuckles from everyone.

Amity took Cassie’s hand and sat her down. I know it’s such a disappointment.

I’m so sorry, Cara said.

The others murmured their consolation, doing their best to comfort Cassie. She kept her head down and pretended to be weepy, but inside she felt relief she had pulled it off. Nobody doubted her. She wasn’t the one in their group who lied.

They all believed her.

There was a strange power in that.

CHAPTER THREE

Adventures in Babysitting

Josh called again on Sunday, all apologies over the barbecue. But Cassie was already over it. Things had turned out pretty well for her, considering it all.

I have a babysitting job this week, she said as she packed her duffel bag. Some lady from church. She’s going to be gone for three days, so I’m staying overnight with the children.

Wow. Sounds like a real job.

Yeah. They’re great kids, though. It’ll be fun.

Maybe I could come help you. Stay over there with you.

Cassie straightened up and frowned at the clothing she’d already packed. It was one thing to have a long-distance boyfriend, it was quite another to think he might come over to the house when there were no adults around. They have a definite no-boyfriend rule. Ms. Betty had never said that, but it was probably because she didn’t know Cassie had a boyfriend. Cassie knew it was a rule with a lot of families. She’d read the entire Babysitters Club series when she was younger.

Figures. I’ll have to work something out. I’m desperate to see you.

Yeah. I better go. She hung up and double-checked that she had enough changes of clothing for three days. All the while a thought tickled the back of her mind, unwelcome and heavy.

Maybe it was a good thing her boyfriend lived so far away. She was starting to get the impression he would expect things from her she wasn’t quite ready for.

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An hour later, Cassie’s dad drove her out to Ms. Betty’s house. She lived on the complete opposite side of Springdale, a good forty-five minutes away from the Jones’ house.

The children greeted Cassie excitedly when she rang the doorbell. Mr. Jones put her duffel bag in the living room and talked to Sister Meyer for a moment while the younger children climbed Cassie’s legs and clung to her shoulders.

We are going to have so much fun! Lexi said, peering up at Cassie with great big brown eyes. Lexi was the second oldest at six, and she had an older sister Shelby, who was eight. The youngest was a four-year-old little boy, Harrison.

It was Harrison who sat on her foot with his arms around her calf. He smiled up at her, and the adoration in his eyes warmed her. Cassie had started babysitting them just a few months earlier, but she loved them and knew they loved her.

I’m off, Cassie! You just call if you need anything, her dad said.

Cassie waved, anxious for him to go and leave her on her own. These next few days would be her first experience at adulting it. She could hardly believe the trust Ms. Betty was putting in her.

I’m so glad you’re here, Cassie, Ms. Betty said. You already know the basics, but let me go over a few extra things with you before I go. She showed Cassie the food menu and where everything was. She gave them permission to go on walks but not to walk to the lake.

And then she pulled a plastic tub from the cabinet. Now you probably didn’t know it, but Harry has asthma. It doesn’t happen very often, but if he has an asthma attack, here’s his inhaler and here are some medications.

Cassie’s heart skipped a beat. She remembered Andrea having an asthma attack the year before and ending up in the hospital. Do you think I’ll have to use that? She wrapped her fingers across her palm, feeling how they were getting clammy.

I sure hope not, but it’s better to be prepared.

What does an asthma attack look like?

Ms. Betty hesitated, and Cassie could sense her sudden nervousness in leaving Cassie alone with the children. Like gasping for air but not getting any. His sisters will know. Ms. Betty looked at Shelby and Lexi for confirmation, and both girls nodded. If you have any doubts at all, just call 911.

Cassie tried to look confident as she bobbed her head. No problem. It’s going to be just fine.

I’m sure it will be. You’re going to do great. Ms. Betty nodded as if to reassure herself as well. I’m off. Call me every morning and every evening and any other time you need to.

Shelby and Lexi slipped their arms around Cassie’s waist, and she put an arm around each of their shoulders.

Don’t worry, she said. Go enjoy your conference. We’re going to do great.

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Monday was full of adventure and excitement as the children had the same sense of freedom as Cassie did: no parents.

She made pancakes for breakfast and let them bounce on the couches while they watched cartoons. Then Cassie got everyone dressed and did a load of laundry as the children pulled out all the toys in the playroom.

Cassie didn’t care. They didn’t need to clean up until right before Ms. Betty got home.

She made grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, and then she peaked outside at the beautiful sunshine and the lush green trees. You guys want to go for a walk?

Yes, yes! Lexi said.

Oh, I love going outside, Harrison said. He slipped his hand into Cassie’s and smiled at her.

Come on, then. It’s such a beautiful day.

Ms. Betty lived out in Sonora, on the very east side of Springdale. The community reflected the country feel without being as isolated as most rural areas. A lake stretched behind the houses across the street, and Cassie kept the children on her side just to be safe.

The sun beat down on them, pleasant on her skin at first but soon too hot. They made it all the way around the second block before the heat began to feel oppressive.

So shall we go back and have popsicles? Cassie asked, smiling at them.

Yes, please! Shelby said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. I’m so hot!

No, not yet, Harrison said. We haven’t been out that long.

Cassie took his little hands. We can come back out later. Tomorrow, maybe even today.

Harrison slipped his hands away from hers. I don’t want to. I want to stay out now.

Well, that’s not what we’re doing, Lexi said, her voice carrying the commanding tone of an older sister. Cassie said we’re going in now, and she’s in charge. You have to listen to her.

No, I don’t, Harrison said, and he shocked Cassie by turning around and running the opposite direction.

Harrison! Cassie cried, unable to believe he’d just run off. He had never acted this way any other time she babysat.

Get Harry! Shelby screamed, charging after him. Lexi joined in hot pursuit, and all Cassie could do was try to keep up. Oh how she hated running.

Harrison glanced over his shoulder and saw them behind him, then he turned and ran straight into the yard between two houses.

Cassie’s heart skipped a beat, and she put on a burst of speed. What if he ran to the lake? She had to be faster than a four-year-old.

His two sisters turned as well, and luckily they were faster, because by the time she panted her way into the yard, each sister had Harrison by an arm. He whimpered, his lip jetting out as tears welled in his eyes.

Harrison! Cassie exclaimed, trembling with relief when she reached him. She wanted to scream and smack the boy and wrap him in a sobbing hug all at the same time. You can’t do that! We’ll have to walk you home right now.

He began to cry, and he struggled against his sisters, screaming and yelling and dragging his feet down the sidewalk. Cassie glanced back and forth as they walked, afraid people would come out of their homes to see the commotion, or worse, call the police and say she was kidnapping him.

Harrison, stop that, she hissed, taking one arm from his sister. You’re too big for me to carry you. Now come on.

He didn’t let up his howling, and they half dragged him to the house. Shelby ran ahead and opened the garage door. Cassie barely pulled Harrison inside before Shelby slapped the button and let the door close again.

The popsicles are right here, Lexi said brightly, opening a deep freezer by the entrance to the house.

Come on, Harrison, Cassie said. She let go of him, smiling, hoping to persuade him with a sugary treat. Let’s get a popsicle and cool off.

His face was splotchy from crying, and he took quick, soft breaths. Cassie watched him with a note of panic. He wouldn’t have an asthma attack, would he?

Come on, she said again, holding out a hand.

Harrison reached out like he would grab it, but then he changed his mind. He darted past her and banged his palm on the button to open the garage door.

No! Cassie cried. She leaped forward and grabbed him, pulling him back before the door got very high. Shelby quickly hit the button again, and the door closed down to the concrete flooring.

I guess we’re going to have to go into the house, Cassie said, her pulse leaping in her neck. Bring your popsicles. She didn’t relinquish her grip on Harrison’s arm, and they trooped inside.

That wasn’t Harrison’s last bid for freedom.

The moment she let go of him, he raced for the front door. When Lexi beat him there and locked it, he turned around and hurried to the back door. Shelby got there first and glared down at him.

There were no other doors. Cassie stared at him, waiting to see what else he would try.

I want my mom, Harrison said, and it broke Cassie’s heart.

Why, Harry? she said. We’ve just barely gotten started.

Because you’re mean! he said.

What is it you want besides going outside? What can we do in here?

Harrison turned around and ran to his room, his sobs echoing down the halls.

I’ll go sit with him, Cassie said. Her hands trembled. Nothing like this had ever happened before. What would Ms. Betty say? Can you girls play a game or watch a movie or something?

While they settled down agreeably, Cassie went to check on Harrison. Already a headache grew from his antics, and she pressed a palm to her forehead. This better not be an indicator of what was to come.

CHAPTER FOUR

Gig's Up

That evening Cassie called Ms. Betty while they watched a movie.

How was everything? Ms. Betty asked.

Great, Cassie said, trying to sound upbeat. We had a fun day. Harrison got a little rambunctious on our walk, but he’s fine now. She crossed her mental fingers that Ms. Betty wouldn’t ask any more about it.

I’m so glad. Let me talk to the kids.

Cassie handed the phone off, heart pounding in her throat. She eavesdropped on the conversations of Shelby’s and Lexi’s happy chatter.

And then Lexi said, Harrison ran away during the walk.

Oh, no.

We had to run and grab him and then Cassie dragged him back home.

Her mouth went dry. She’d be fired for sure after this.

Yes. Here he is. Lexi handed the phone to Harrison, oblivious to what she’d done.

I didn’t want to come home, Harrison said. He started to cry. They grabbed my arms and pulled me home, and then they locked me in the garage!

Now Cassie knew Ms. Betty was going to report her for child abuse.

Still crying, Harrison handed the phone back to Cassie. She wants to talk to you.

Hello? Cassie asked, her neck throbbing.

Cassie, what happened?

Harrison ran away, Cassie said, wondering how to defend herself. I got scared he’d run into the lake. Shelby and Lexi helped me catch him. We ate popsicles in the garage but he kept trying to get out, so we came inside. After that he was fine. We didn’t have any more incidents. She held her breath and waited for the yelling, for Ms. Betty to end this babysitting gig.

You need to be firmer with him, Cassie. He needs to respect you and know you mean what you say.

She hadn’t expected that. Okay. How much firmer could she be?

Let me talk to Harrison again, and if he gives you any more trouble, you call me.

Yes, ma’m, Cassie said. She handed the phone over, her heart rate just starting to slow as she realized she hadn’t been fired.

Harrison talked to his mom a little more before hanging up. Then he crawled into Cassie’s lap.

I won’t cause any more trouble, he said.

Cassie squeezed his little body in a hug. I believe you.

By the afternoon of the next day, Cassie was exhausted. The kids had behaved wonderfully, but this parenting thing was wearing her out. She made everyone lay down for a nap after lunch, and she fell asleep on the bed beside Lexi. The ringing of her phone woke her, and she opened it when she recognized Maureen’s number.

What are you doing? Maureen asked. Want to come over?

I can’t, Cassie said. I’m babysitting.

Until what time?

Until Thursday. Cassie yawned. This would be a long week.

Wow! Are you staying overnight?

Yes.

Lucky! That sounds like fun.

It’s awesome. She rubbed her eyes. I better go. The kids are crazy.

Call me when you get home. My birthday’s coming up, and I want you to spend the night.

Sure.

You’re such a great writer, Maureen continued, not picking up on Cassie’s desire to sleep. I love to read the note you wrote Cara last year. And the message you put in Andrea’s journal.

Really? The compliment managed to soak past Cassie’s exhaustion. Cassie didn’t know which note Maureen meant, but she remembered writing a page in Andrea’s journal. You think so?

Yeah. I can tell you write from the heart. I wish you’d say something like that to me.

Maureen, Cassie said, you’re the person who most caught me by surprise. I didn’t think you really liked me at all. But you ended up being one of the kindest, most caring people I know.

Can you write that down for me?

Cassie laughed softly. Okay. I’ll talk to you when I get home. She closed the phone and dropped her arm on the bed. An instant later, her eyes closed as well, and she went back to sleep.

#

Cassie could barely keep her eyes open during the movie after dinner. Who knew little kids could be so draining? She helped the children into pajamas and said prayers with them, and then crawled into her bed in the guest room.

She had just turned out the light when Lexi came tiptoeing in.

Cassie?

Yes, Lexi? Cassie held back a sigh.

Can you sleep with me?

No, Lexi. I’m so tired. I want to be in my bed.

Please, Cassie?

Just sleep in your bed, Lexi. We’ll play again tomorrow.

The six-year-old girl whined and stomped her foot. I thought you were my friend!

I am. But I need to sleep.

I want my mom! Lexi began to cry.

Cassie groaned and threw back her blankets. Fine. I’ll sleep with you. But you better hold still.

I will! Lexi said, immediately cheerful.

Cassie followed her down the hallway, her head throbbing. What had she gotten herself into? She needed a pay raise.

Lexi did not hold still. She kicked and tossed and turned on the little twin bed, and Cassie held herself on the edge, trying not to fall off. Every time she started to fall asleep, Lexi would move, and Cassie would jerk awake, grabbing the mattress to keep from rolling to the ground.

Her head hurt so bad when morning came she worried she’d puke.

Breakfast, she said, grabbing a box of cereal and putting it on the table.

Can you make us pancakes again? Shelby asked.

Not today. Cassie added the milk to the table. The room swam around her, and she gripped the back of a chair. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe she needed to sit down.

Are you okay, Cassie? Shelby asked.

I’m gonna lay down just for a second, Cassie said. She helped Harrison get his cereal and then rolled onto the couch in the living room. Her head pounded and it hurt to swallow. She didn’t feel so great at all.

We’re supposed to call Mom at breakfast, Lexi said, popping her face over the rim of the couch.

Right, Cassie breathed. She pressed a hand to her forehead as she sat up, trying not to swoon. Where was her phone? She found it in her pocket, and her hand shook when she opened it. She dialed Ms. Betty’s number.

We’re doing great, Cassie said in response to the questions.

You sound different, Ms. Betty said. Are you okay?

A little hoarse. Cassie cleared her throat and spoke around the drumbeat in her head. But I’m good. She chatted a moment longer before handing the phone off to Shelby, relieved that was over. She closed her eyes and had nearly drifted off when Shelby said, I don’t think Cassie’s feeling well.

Cassie’s eyes shot open and she pushed herself up. I’m fine!

Shelby handed the phone to Lexi and came over. Mom wants you to take your temperature. I’ll get the thermometer.

I’m not sick! Cassie protested, but it was no use. In a moment Shelby was back, and Cassie had no choice but to pop the thermometer in her mouth. In less than a minute it beeped the warning signal. Cassie pulled it out, already knowing what she would see: she had a fever.

She’s definitely sick, Shelby said, taking the phone from Lexi. Then she handed it to Cassie. Mom wants to talk to you.

Hello? Cassie said, not trying to hide the weariness in her voice now.

Cassie, why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?

I didn’t know, Cassie said. I just felt tired.

Well, I want you to rest until I get there.

Until you get here? Cassie’s heart sank. You’re not coming home, are you?

Absolutely. I can’t leave you by yourself when you’re not feeling well. I’ll take you home right away. I’ll be there in a few hours.

Oh, no, don’t do that! I hate for you to leave your conference early! You’re supposed to come home tomorrow!

It’s fine. I’ll have Shelby make you a cup of tea. Don’t worry about a thing.

Sister Mecham hung up, and Cassie uttered a long sigh. Oh well. She’d almost made it all the way through her babysitting gig.

CHAPTER FIVE

Revival

I was available on Saturday, Cassie said into her phone. I’m not next week. I’m gone at church camp all week.

And last week you were gone babysitting, Josh said, frustration evident in his voice.

Cassie closed her eyes. Having a boyfriend shouldn’t be problematic, especially when he lived two hours away. I told you to come over yesterday. Now you’ll have to wait until next weekend. Why wasn’t he getting this? I can’t miss church camp. I’m sorry. I’m busy with a lot of stuff.

Josh sighed. Can’t you miss the first day? I have Monday off. I want to see you.

You were supposed to come a week ago for a big barbecue, remember? And you didn’t. She immediately regretted throwing the failed barbecue at him, but he was annoying her.

You’re right. I’m sorry. Josh sighed again. Write me?

Cassie glanced at her desk, where Josh’s latest letter sat, dripping with sappy sentiment and clingy emotion. His attentions flattered her, but she was still waiting for her heart to skip a beat when she talked to him. I already did. You’ll probably get it tomorrow.

That gives me something to look forward to, then. Josh sounded more upbeat now. I’ll see you soon, beautiful.

See you soon, she echoed, and hung up. At least he hadn’t said he loved her, not since the first time a few weeks ago. She’d been very honest when she said she wasn’t ready for that step.

And now she could focus on church camp. She packed her swimsuit and several pairs of shorts, excited for a few days in the outdoors. And she couldn’t wait to see her camp friends, Tesia and Elise.

She bit her lip as she thought of the latter. Elise had been on a weird kick lately, wearing odd clothing and hanging out with a different group. Last year she hadn’t even come to camp. Cassie hoped she would this year.

The next morning all of the girls from the Springdale congregation gathered at the chapel to carpool together. Cassie wandered over to Riley, her closest friend from church.

I wonder what the campsite will be like this year, she said. Last year they’d been in quaint little cabins and she and Riley had fought the entire time. The thought made her giggle. They didn’t fight as much anymore.

As long as there’s a pool, I don’t care if we’re in tents, Riley said. She pushed up on her tiptoes, making herself slightly taller than Cassie. Her short blond hair brushed the tops of her shoulders. I just want to swim.

Yeah that, Cassie said.

The caravan made a forty minute trip to a campsite near Huntsville, Arkansas. The parking lot filled with vehicles coming from around the area.

Girls, a woman called as they unloaded the cars, I’m Sister Tenney, and I’m responsible for this nature reserve while we’re here. Please don’t pick the flowers or touch the wildlife. We need to treat everything with respect. Got it?

Cassie nodded along with the others and pulled her bag out of the car. She joined the huddle of girls around the woman.

Which unit are you with? the woman asked Sue, an older girl from the Springdale congregation.

Springdale, Sue said. Her red-headed friend Michelle hovered behind her.

Springdale, you’re in dorm number three. Follow that trail to the right and you’ll see it.

So all of Springdale is in the same place? Cassie asked.

Yes. The woman turned her attention to the next group. Which unit are you with?

Let’s go, girls, Sue said, inclining her head and leading the way.

Cassie lagged behind next to Riley and breathed, This is not going to go good. She didn’t get along with the other girls from Springdale and liked it much better when she got to hang out with the girls from Rogers.

At least you’ve got me, Riley said.

They stepped inside the dorm, a one-room unit with six bunk beds and a bathroom.

It’s air-conditioned, Riley said.

One benefit. Cassie dropped her bags next to Riley’s. Let’s go find the pool. She opened her bag and pulled out her swimsuit.

There’s no pool here, Sue said in her normal bossy tone.

Cassie lifted her head and looked at her. What?

No pool, Sue repeated.

How do you know that?

Sue rolled her eyes and exchanged a look with Michelle. We’ve been here before.

No pool. Cassie’s heart dropped. If there wasn’t a pool, she just wanted to go home.

Come on, Riley said, tugging on her arm as if she sensed Cassie’s mood. Let’s go for a walk. See what’s here.

Fine, she grumbled.

The two girls stepped outside, and immediately the sticky, hot Arkansas air assaulted Cassie.

No pool! Cassie groaned. This bites.

Yeah, Riley agreed.

Cassie! Cassandra Jones!

Cassie turned her head to see Tesia coming up the hill. Tesia dropped her bags and ran to Cassie, throwing her arms around her.

Tesia! Cassie cried, pulling back to look at her friend. The skinny, dark-haired girl seemed to have grown about four inches since last summer. You’re so tall!

And you cut your hair! And got contacts!

They grinned at each other before Tesia turned to look over her shoulder. Look who came with me.

Cassie peered down the hill, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw Elise.

The last time she’d seen her friend, Elise had dyed her blond hair black. Now she had shaved most of it off, leaving only one side with stringy black strands hanging over her shoulder. Did Cassie even know this girl?

Elise spotted her. Cassie! She ran forward and hugged Cassie, holding her tight. You’re the only reason I came, you know.

Cassie squeezed her hands. You’re the reason I’m here. And it must be true. Cassie would endure the heat and her unit and no swimming pool if it meant being the person Elise needed.

It’s going to be a hard week, Elise said, rolling her eyes as she pulled away. I tried to run away from home, but my mom caught me. Last time I ran away, she called the police. This time she went through my room. Total invasion of privacy. I keep trying to join this gang, but I never get the chance because she takes my things! Elise glanced at Tesia and Riley, then leaned closer and whispered, She didn’t find my gun, though. I keep that safe. And I can get more drugs.

Cassie took a step back, her eyes searching Elise’s face. You’re kidding, right? You’re not doing drugs, are you?

Elise waved her off. "Of course