Kasandra 'Kas' Lee Silverton' I may seem sweet, but don't get on my bad side ''I hate everything about you...
Kasandra smiled a bit, knowing Danny knew nothing of what she was doing. She didn't blame him; she didn't often sketch him when he was in her prescence. She usually did it secretly, cooped up in her room after a bad fight, her hands trembling so much she couldn't make a straight line to save her life, nothing but a photograph of him scowering at her and her memory for refrence. She had loads of sketchings of him, all locked away in one of her drawers. Maybe she was just a freak. As she finished it, she sat up straight to look at her work. She was proud of herself, the way it seemed so much like Danny, and flipped the sketchbook closed, before putting it into her bag. She leaned her chair back, keeping her hands on the desk so she could balance, and cocked her head back, smiling at Danny as he appeared in her view upside down.
...Why do I love you?'
