From the start, Cassie was annoying as all hell, loudly raving about weeaboo shit/yaoi during water breaks for no reason, and in general was egotistical as fuck (although at first glance her ego just seemed to be a typical trumpet ego). Even though she was obnoxious, I decided to give her a chance anyway, because she was new to the district and probably needed friends.
Around lunch time that day, a 20-year-old alumnus, “Phil” came to visit for the day, as alumni like to do here. Phil is FTM, but he is well-passing enough to look like a cis guy (albeit a very young-looking one; this, along with his age, is important.) Cassie took an interest to Phil immediately, and apparently Phil took an interest to Cassie, too, since they were caught making out later that day. Of course, everyone in the band (except for the newbies who didn’t know Phil) was grossed out and told the band director. At the end of that day, right before it was time to leave, I talked to Cassie again. We exchanged phone numbers (because she insisted; one thing to note is that she’s such a giant weeb that she puts -chan, -kun, and -senpai after everyone’s names in her phone), but right as her ride pulled up, she said “Oh, by the way, I’m trans. But I still go by female pronouns for now.” While I (correctly) suspected that she was only saying that for attention, I still gave her the benefit of the doubt, even though she wore (and, to this day, still wears) dresses and a shit-ton of makeup, and makes no effort to pass as male whatsoever. As it turns out, she found out Phil was trans and decided that she needed to be "trans" too.
Obviously, the band director took the kissing incident seriously, and put restrictions on how long alumni could visit. Of course, Cassie was pissed, complaining about it being unfair. She spent the entirety of lunch that day on the phone with Phil; apparently, they were already in a relationship...less than one day after they had met. The rest of the band, already on her case, was already fed up with her bullshit; unsurprisingly, she had bragged to the rest of the brass section that she could play every brass instrument and that she could read treble and bass clef better than everyone else...only, she had trouble reading her show music for trumpet, and could not play at any volume level other than really fucking loud. Instead of taking the others’ criticism, she instead threw a bitch fit and went and whined to me that she was being “unfairly criticised” by the rest of her section. The rest of band camp pretty much entailed Cassie pulling the same attention whoring bullshit the whole time, although I wasn’t able to show up for half of it due to an injury. Apparently, during the time I was gone, she had supposedly been flirting with the 22-year-old percussion instructor, and had gotten on the resident band thot/former band lolcow’s nerves so badly that she eventually got fed up with Cassie’s shit and ended up quitting band altogether because of her.
Soon enough, the school year started, and I met Cassie’s sister, “Erica” in my musical theatre class. Erica, unlike Cassie, is actually a nice, well-adjusted person. When I found out they shared last names and asked if they were sisters, Erica grimaced; being Cassie’s sister, she had witnessed more of her bratty behaviour than any of us had. As I introduced Erica into our friend group, Cassie had already wormed her way into the group, appealing to everyone’s interests and feelings to get them to like her.
From Erica, as well as other classmates and my own observations, I learned some pretty damning things about Cassie and her disgusting behaviour in the span of a couple months, and just how much of a psycho she really is. Some notable things she has done include:
- In 8th grade, Cassie had to do homework in her textbook. She had a hard time finding what chapter she was supposed to be working on, and was throwing one of her frequent screaming fits. Her mother told her to look in the index, to which Cassie screamed in reply, “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO USE A TEXTBOOK! I ONLY READ MANGA!”
- One day, Cassie found a baby bird, and decided to try and “teach it how to fly”...by repeatedly tossing it into the air, until it eventually hit the ground and died. Only, she was 13 and should have known better at that point.
- Cassie frequently chokes her family dog. Nobody knows why
- Despite her frequent animal abuse, Cassie wants to go to a very prestigious vet school that looks at grades as far back as middle school...only, Cassie not only did poorly enough in middle school that she had to take remedial classes, she also wants to graduate early, which (at least in our area) is heavily frowned upon by basically any college that isn’t a community college.
- Cassie likes to take glass bottles and smash them on the ground at her house, not bothering to clean it up and laughing when people step in the shards and get them lodged in their feet.
- As I stated before, Cassie frequently wears heavy makeup, dresses, and heels to school, claiming that she is “not allowed to wear masculine clothing.” Erica confirmed that this is bullshit, and that she’s making up excuses.
- One day, Cassie came to school with cuts all over her arms, showing them off proudly in a tank top. She came up to some students who she knew self-harmed and showed off her cuts to them, comparing and asking them how many they had.
- Cassie likes to skip down the hallway shouting “I’M GAY!!!!!!!” like the annoying tumblrina she is.
- Despite her and Erica not being allowed to have social media, Cassie frequently makes Instagram accounts anyway. She gets caught, without fail, every time.
- One day, during an alumni dinner right before the homecoming game, Cassie, as well as some other band kids, myself, and an alumni girl, were sitting at a dinner. Cassie went on and on whining about her life to this girl she had never even met before, at one point claiming “I’ve tried to kill myself over 100 times,” as if that were something to brag about. It took all my strength not to roll my eyes back into my head.
- Cassie also used the “I tried to kill myself!!1” excuse to bum some snacks off a girl during lunch one day. (It didn’t work.)
- One evening, the choir department went on a field trip to watch Les Mis (a fairly expensive trip, nonetheless). Cassie and Erica went, their mom presumably paying for Cassie’s ticket despite her shite behaviour being known by that point. So, Cassie sat quietly and respectfully in the audience and enjoyed the show, right? Wrong. Cassie instead decided to spend the whole play in the bathroom, on the phone with Phil. I could honestly write a whole essay on how disgraceful and disrespectful that was, because good lord it really was on so many fucking levels; I saw red when I first heard about the incident, especially because I wanted to go but could not afford to do so.
- In the band dressing room before a football game, Cassie went on and on about how “Hey guys I totally wanna cut my tits off! Look at these tits that I want to cut off! I wanna cut them off so bad guys!!!1”
- Cassie is the kind of person who sings to show off, especially in choir. The choir director fucking hates her, unsurprisingly.
- Cassie says she wants to move out the day she turns 18, frequently taunting her mother with this. However, Cassie is not cooperative at all and would not be able to hold any kind of job for more than a couple days, therefore she would not be able to afford to move out. Unless she expects to move in with Phil, but that’s assuming he won’t be in jail by then.
- Cassie frequently has very loud phone sex with Phil, which Erica has to listen to every time. Their mother thinks she’s just masturbating really loudly, so she doesn’t do anything about it, despite Cassie saying shit like “Shove your big fat cock inside me, daddy!” She also brags about said phone sex to her classmates.
Eventually, Cassie started going by a male name and pronouns, naming herself after characters from a certain two very popular musicals amongst the tumblrina crowd. Only, she still made no effort to pass as male whatsoever, claiming “Clothes and makeup have no gender! uwu” She bullied her teachers into calling her that name and using those pronouns, even going as far as forcing her band and choir directors into letting her wear the male concert uniform. It was at this point that the friend group started to see through her bullshit, inciting the rage of “Chandler,” an actual trans dude in our group who is not allowed to present himself as male because his parents are transphobic and work at the school. As we started to call Cassie out on her bullshit, she threw a hissy fit, claiming that Erica was “stealing [her] friends!!1”
Around the same time, after her mom discovered her relationship with Phil and her multiple Instagram accounts and promptly grounded her, Cassie decided to go ahead and have a pretend “relationship” with “Amanda,” an autistic girl from the colorguard who believed Cassie’s bullshit (mainly because she legitimately did not know better), in an attempt to hide the fact that she was still secretly in a relationship with Phil. Her mom eventually found out (again), though, and got Phil banned from school grounds.
Right before a football game, Cassie came up to me with the prospect of filming her propose to Phil during the game. At this point, they had only known each other for maybe two months at most. My dumb ass agreed, because I was curious to see how it would turn out. She gave me the note containing what she had written to say to him, bragging that all her friends so totes think she is the most emotionally profound writer they have seen, and that she wants to be a professional author. I open the note, only to find a subpar-at-best paragraph laden with misspellings and grammar mistakes. During halftime, we headed to the bathroom (the girls’ bathroom) and she proposed to Phil while other people were just trying to mind their business and take a shit. Phil said yes, even though it would be 6 years before they could legally do anything of that sort (but like that’s stopped them before).
Marching season came to an end eventually. Unsurprisingly, Cassie did not improve her playing, and brought all our competition scores down. Directly after the end of the season was district band tryouts, which a lot of alumni came back to volunteer at. This included “Horace,” another 20-year-old and a known creep and lying psychopath who hangs solely around (and most likely grooms) teenage girls, mainly because he’s a creep, but also because he’s so much of a fucking loser and everyone his age knows that, so no one over the age of 16 actually likes him. (
Horace is actually enough of an lolcow that I might end up making a post about him sometime in the future if I feel like it. horace post here) Cassie and Horace hit it off quite well, apparently. I noticed this, however, and warned Cassie (in vain). Since this is Cassie, however, instead of taking note of what I said, she instead said, “Well, pedophilia is really dependent on person-to-person,” and then started to throw a tantrum and scream that I’m a “bitch” and a “liar.” About a week later, after a hiatus, Erica overheard Cassie having phone sex again with a mysterious person. For a while, we speculated that it could have been Horace, and after winter break we finally figured out who it was…
...Surprise, surprise, it’s still Phil. Not knowing what else to do, Cassie’s mom decides to hold an intervention, coming to the conclusion that Cassie and Phil could be friends but not lovers until age 18. Of course, since Cassie is the spoiled fucking brat that she is, she refused to listen to her mother and is still in a relationship with Phil. Right after the intervention, Erica found Cassie’s diary, where she confirms all this info (and is still riddled with misspellings). When writing about the intervention, instead of showing an inkling of concern, Cassie instead bragged about “getting to hang out with” Phil for 3 hours. She also wrote multiple pages of drivel about how she’s “so totes in love guys!!11” and that this is her longest relationship she’s had, at a lengthy 5 months.
At this point, the only person willing to put up with Cassie’s bullshit is Amanda, who as stated before has difficulty discerning the truth from Cassie’s blatant lies. The saddest part about all this (other than the pedophilia, of course) is probably the fact that we’re only halfway through the school year and this post is already quite long. I’ll be sure to update if anything particularly exceptional happens in the future.
