Chapter 1: Match Made In… Hell
Bookcase16: What's up?
Drock818: Nothing much. How about you?
Bookcase16: Nothing much either. Just annoying siblings.
Drock818: I hear you. I have the most annoying sister ever!
Bookcase16: Finally, someone who understands me. Yikes! Its 1 in the morning. I got to go.
Drock818: Don't go. Lets keep talking.
Bookcase16: What's there to talk about now? We've talked for hours.
Drock818: What are you wearing?
Casey laughed out loud.
Bookcase16: Nothing.
Drock818: Me like.
Bookcase16: No. Nothing you need to be concerned with. But seriously, I have to go. Bye!
Drock818: Good night.
Casey turned off her computer, and went to bed. She smiled as she thought about Drock818.
The next day, Casey woke up to the sound of singing birds. She smiled and made her way downstairs. Her smile faded when she saw her stepbrother, Derek. She sighed and made her way to the table for breakfast.
"Good morning, mom. Derek."
"Are you feeling ok, baby? You just said good morning to Derek." Nora said.
"Is she ever ok?" Derek said with a smirk. Casey shot him a look.
"I'm just fine, mom. You see, I met this guy online-"
"Honey, I don't think that's very safe." Nora said concerned. "There are a lot of wackos out there."
"I wouldn't be too concerned for Casey. It's the guy on the other end I feel sorry for." Derek said.
"I'm going to spare you, but only because I'm in a good mood" Casey took a bite out of her toast.
"So, what's his name?" Nora asked.
"I don't know. We haven't exchanged names yet. But I know he goes to the same school as me." Casey said excitedly.
"It's a good thing he doesn't know who you are. If he did, he would have mental breakdown." Derek said laughing.
"You know what Derek? You can take your comments and shove them up your skinny, white ass!"
"Shut up bitch."
"Mom, what's a bitch?" Marty, Derek's six-year-old sister asked.
"Casey." Derek butted in.
"Derek." Nora said sternly. "It's nothing baby. Go off and color in the living room."
Before Nora walked out of the kitchen, she gave Derek and Casey a disapproving look.
Derek ran upstairs and checked his email. He had one new email. He opened it up.
Bookcase16: Are we still chatting at 8 pm?
Derek smiled. He replied:
Drock818: Of course baby.
Derek shut off his computer and made his way back downstairs.
Author's Note: I do not own any of these characters. Blah blah blah! You know the drill. Anyway, do you like it? If you think I should continue, please let me know. If nobody wants me to, I'll just scratch it.