Cassia and Dahlia were walking down their street, talking about the meaner, more popular girls in their grade. In the mind of a preteen, this is about the time that these thoughts occur. Suddenly, they saw a large brown cat on the sidewalk. Dahlia bent down (seeing as Cassia's hands were full) to pick up two letters that the cat had dropped. The cat winked, and walked away with its tail high in the air.

"That is so weird!" Cassia exclaimed. Cassia was around average height for an eleven year old, with wavy dark-brown hair that reflected the light as it dropped past her shoulders to her waist. Her eyes were a glittering hazel, and she always wore purple-rimmed glasses.

Dahlia had mousy shoulder length hair and storm gray eyes. She was around the same height as Cassia, but was still slightly taller (even more-so with her long, long legs!). She was never seen without her cream-colored GAP sweatshirt.

Dahlia's eyes widened as she read the addresses on the letters. "No freaking way," she muttered, showing Cassia the letters.

"This must be some sort of prank!" Cassia said, nearly dropping her violin. Dahlia shook her head in disbelief.

On the letters read To Ms. Springs, In Front of 1275 on Madison Avenue, Harrington, Maine and To Ms. Wood, Next to the Mailbox of 1277 on Madison Avenue, Harrington, Maine.