She'd cut a path of destruction all the way from her room to the store and down to the shore. In the end, however, she's still a petite, female teenager. The closest she came to wrecking anything was when she'd been trying to rip apart the sink in her room and Jason had ensured she'd not gotten to the point of flooding the whole Inn. If she hadn't reached the point of deflation? She might have still done it.

Not strong isn't too far from the truth. Not as strong as she feels she needs to be anyway. Not sure at all of what she's doing and feeling like she should be. Wishing that Cassandra were here because she was sure she'd magically have all the answers but after six months of trying to walk in her shoes? Allie should have known better. Allie hadn't been the only one faking it.

A soft huff of something close to laughter escapes, Allie giving an infinitesimal shake of her head.

"It's a - gold star." In true Cassandra fashion, she'd given her the gift with a pep talk, attributing meaning to a pendant that at the end of the day, was just a stupid pendant. It had never meant all that much to her, even if she'd worn it every day but after Cassandra had died after Allie had stepped up in New Ham? It had felt like a good luck charm. Silly given she'd been wearing it when she'd died. "It's just a necklace. It's not even worth all that much... but it's the one piece of her that I can still see every day."