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'''Anicipation '''is the first episode of the series [[Fanon:Pleasantview Stories|Pleasantview Stories]], written by [[User:SebasV96|SebasV96]]. It
==Synopsis==
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Yes, Alexander was only a child. A brilliant one at that.
"Well, do you want me to read you a bedtime story?" Cassandra asked.
"Cassandra," young Alexander scoffed. "I can read at an 11th grade level." He noticed his motherly sister's frown. "But if it will make you happy, then sure," he added sweetly. Cassandra smiled.
She grabbed a book off the shelf--Shakespeare, of course--and read her brother until they were halfway through. It was at that point she decided to say goodnight and turn off the lights.
"Sleep tight, Alex," she said, kissing her little brother on the forehead.
"Cassandra?" he muttered.
"Yes"
"What happened to our mother?" Alexander asked.
Cassandra was taken back by this question. She honestly didn't know; all she had heard were rumors, but the rumors told many different things: alien abductions, possible rape and murder, affairs, and the probable involvement of Cassandra's own fianceé--one detail she refused to believe. She couldn't possibly relate all of that to an 11-year-old.
"I don't know, Alex," she said finally. "No one knows."
She was wrong about that last part--someone had to know, but wasn't saying anything.
The exhausted Alexander seemed content with her response and turned over, mumbling, "Good night." Cassandra went back to her room and lay down, thinking some more. Mortimer knocked on her door.
"Cassandra? It's me," he said, entering slowly. "You're up late."
"I'm just nervous about the big day," Cassandra said.
Mortimer made a face at the mentioning of the wedding. "Well, I brought you some tea. I'll just set it down here."
A thought came to Cassandra, and before her elderly father could mutter "good night" she blurted out, "What happened to our my mother?"
Mortimer's eyes widened and he staggered back. There was a long silence, and it was broken when he finally recomposed himself.
"Nothing," he said, suddenly furious. "Nothing at all. She was kidnapped, that's it. They've never found her, she's probably dead. Now don't you ever bring that up again, Cassandra. EVER!"
And with that, he stormed out of her room.
Cassandra was shocked. She had never thought to ask her father about Bella, but now that she did she saw an interesting reaction. So she lay on her bed, thinking. About Mortimer. About Bella. About the wedding. About Don...
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