This is sorta my first time writing a fanfiction, so please no flames, and if you have some nasty thing to say to me, keep it to yourself
Casey's POV
Sometimes I really hate winter. I mean really hate it. The cold as my heart snow. The looks on couple's faces when they cuddle up against each other and act like it's only them in the world. Plus the fact that there's no crimes around the world during winter. That sucks too. Just ask my boss. Instead of being here with my "bitch for a sister", her "clingy friends", and my dad who thinks all troubles can solved by Christmas shopping.
"Come now Casey boy, your father here is about to perform the three stooges, are positive you don't want to act too?"
''Not really." Hard enough he practically ruined my life and is trying to fix it, but he's failing, badly. I mean its just sad watching him.
"Awwwwwwww my little Case-Case has some stage fright, well don't worry, Tenile is here to make go away." She said as she cutting off all blood circulation in my arm.
"No I'll make it go away" cried Amber as she cut of all circulation in my other arm.
I looked around for Heather, so she could get her friends of me, but went I found her, she was flirting with guy who looked like he was about 21 or older. Then I realized what she was wearing.
A hot-pink halter top that looked very tight, along with a jean skirt that went above her thighs and looked too close for comfort, with some black leather high heeled boots that went up to her knees. And A THONG. My sister the 16 year old hoe.
I felt a movement in my pocket and it was my cell-phone ringing. I was hoping that it would another case. When I saw a white star on the screen I felt like a great weigh had been lifted. It was how I always felt after I got a mission. Shaking the girls off my arms I ran the way. My dad being the only one to know what was happening he yelled "Try to be home before midnight".
Running as fast as my feet could take me I ran towords the nearest Hot Topic. I'm not gay or anything, it's what is inside the store that matters.
Making my way to the store I casually walked inside making my way to the emergency exit or in other words a secret interence to my secret job as an assassin.