Cassandra’s POVClad in my favorite black hoodie, I approached the fence like I knew what I was doing, but deep down, I was scared, nervous, and lost. “Okay, Cassandra,” I muttered, “this is it.” I tried to motivate myself.I managed a clumsy leap that sent my arms flailing and my hoodie fluttering like a sad flag in the wind. With determination and a sigh, I dropped to the ground, took large steps back, and ran towards the fence at full speed like an action hero."Okay, Cassandra," I muttered to myself, shaking out my arms, "You are not about to be defeated by a damn fence, you can't lose Marcus because of a fence.”Finally, when I least expected it, my momentum and a particularly fortunate miscalculation combined, I somehow, inexplicably, hoisted myself over the top of the fence. I landed on the other side with a surprised gasp and a crack from my back, utterly unsure how I had managed to survive. I just lay there, laughing at the absurdity of it all, "Yeah… never doing that ag
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