There seemed to be more of them this year than there were five years prior. She figured that was understandable...children were easy to make if you had the resources. But did there have to be so many? Were her classmates trying to make her feel unsuccessful? If so, it wasn't working; instead it made Cassidy feel relieved she didn't have to deal with all of it. As she stared out at the gym full of kids and soccer moms that used to be cheerleaders, Cassidy Larsen felt her mouth curl into a slight smile as she ran her hand through her dyed red hair...she was glad she didn't have children.
Not that she didn't like them, no...but they were too much responsibility. Plus it seemed her former classmates had turned into their own parents. She figured their lives weren't boring per se...after all, how could life be boring with a bunch of kids to raise? It was just...too traditional for her. She didn't want to continue the endless cycle of high sch