George

It was a dark and stormy night and Seraphina was frightened.Why did I insist on getting my own apartment?!She questioned herself.At 21, she was still afraid of the dark. And storms, obviously.She was at her wits end when she gave up and decided to call her twin sister who lived only a couple blocks away.Suddenly, the lights went out. Shocked, she screamed. Then, with a loud boom, The door was knocked down. Hysterical, she blindly scrambled for the bat hidden under the bed.
"Are you ok?" A husky male voice asked,"Its George."
Phew, George was the apartment's repairman.
"Oh thank God!" Seraphina exclaimed,"Are you turning the power back on?"
"Ugh, that would be impossible. Have you looked outside recently?" He said, in a tone that questioned her sanity."I'm actually here because my mother called asking me to check on
you."
"My door isn't connected to the wall anymore."
"Excuse me, you were only screaming bloody murder!"Grumpy that he had been called by his mother at  the bar, he grumbled some more as he bent over to pick up the door.
The emergency lights flickered on and she got  a good look at his buns. Nice, she thought. I wouldn't mind squeezen that.He had her door up in moments.
"So George, would you like some coffee?" She asked, a gleam in her eye.
"Sounds good." A little hesitant.
Ever since Desperate Housewives, George was a little nervous about working in the house when there was only a woman home. But Seraphina was gorgeous, and he wouldn't mind getting attacked but this pussycat. ;)
Poor oblivious George.
What he deosn't know now is that they will fall in love one day. =)

Mrs. Smith

I'm not really sure what the next blogging assignment was so I'm just gonna pretend I'm writing it right now because thats what I told my mom I was doing. Did that sentence even make sense? Meh. I don't feel like proofreading my sentences.
   I'm going to tell you a story about Mrs. Smith. Back in the day when she was in fifth grade, the movie, A League of Their Own, was being filmed in ***********. Her father was in charge somehow there and asked her if she would like to go and watch them film and possibly meet the stars. Some of them being Tom Hanks, Madonna, Rosie O'Donnell, and other well known stars that I couldn't name.
Mrs. Smith's response : "Dad, I have a math test today! I can't skip school just to meet some celebrities!!"
Poor Mrs. Smith...
   So this is my assignment. ;) Your my fav. teacher!!!

This was a letter I sent to my mom a while back =)

Dear Mother,

    I am sending you a formal invitation to read my blog. This blog is exceedingly delicious, gaurenteed to make you laugh aloud at the insanities and obvious untruths. Observe the absurd (and somewhat exaggerated) unfolding story that is my life, and it is my hope that you too will have as much fun reading this as I do writing it.

    Your daughter,

Cassie R. Wilkes

The Wallflower

Once upon a time, there was a dull, boring girl with no sense of fashion. She was super happy with her insanely droll life. One day, she got a call from Chad Blackwell, a very prominent business man and partner to her father's elctronic company. He was inviting her to the Pink Rose Charity Ball and Auction!!! To prepare, she called up the best designer in the area to dress her, then called the best beautician to fix her hair. This was going to be her big day. After the initial fluffing, they dressed her in a silvery stunning gown with no back and a form fitting-material that seemed to glide over her skin. It was time to show all those debutants and divas what she was made of!The Handsome Chad came to pick her up in his white limo. He seemed stunned by the tranformation.He opened the door like a true gentleman, and she gracefully walked to the door and slid into the leather seats and sat, her knees almost giving way. He got in next to her and smiled a movie star smile, giving her a flirtatious wink.She nervously picked off imaginary lint off of her gown, glad to look anywhere but at the prince charming sitting next to her. The ride there was fairly dull; the conversation about politics nearly putting her to sleep. She was not impressed with his knowledge of the dow or whatever he called it. After arriving they stepped out onto a carpet walkway with glamorous people stopping to answer questions question by famous TV shows and there handsome hosts. With her head down, she quickly walked to the entrance. After the bouncer checked off her name, he opened the door for her. She hesitated, looking around for Chad. He was far behind, smiling and talking into a microphone held by a ditzy looking red-head.She took a deep, deep, deep breath and stepped through the doorway. There were little groups standing around chatting and sipping champagne.Nervous, she looked around, hoping to find someone she might recognize. Suddenly, she saw her personal paperboy dancing with the Duchess of Sherringfeld. Mickey, as she called him, caught sight of her. He stopped in the middle of the waltz and swaggered over to her. 
"May I have this dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.
She accepted his hand, her eyes full of questions.
He laughed. As it turns out, he is her fathers boss and was only bringing her the paper to be nice.She forgot all about Chad as she got lost in his eyes.
to be continued....maybe...no...