Did you ever think that there was something more than life as you saw it? Like there was a whole other extraordinary world somewhere that you had no clue about? Well Casey Grover was not that person.
She was perfectly content thinking that the world was the world and that was it. She was happy with who she was, a small town girl from Texas. She knew she was adopted, and that her real parents where Scottish. Nevertheless, she was content with how things turned out, she loved her mom and dad, and two older brothers (even if they were overprotective and usually a pain). She loved her dogs, her house in the middle of nowhere, her beat up old pickup truck, and most of all her crazy friends. That was one of her favorite things about growing up in a town with only five hundred people, her friends actually knew the real her. They all knew each other since they were two years old, playing in the sand at an older siblings little league baseball game. They started kindergarten together, bonding and sharing crayons, they were friends before the age where everyone judged everyone, or tried to be someone different. You could be yourself around them and not have to worry about it because they already knew you were probably insane anyways.
Despite the fact that she was terribly disorganized, Casey Grover had her life planned out. She was going to finish high school in the top ten percent of her class, which she was sure she would do since she was third right now. Then she would go to a small college and get a degree in kinesiology and go on to become a physical therapist. She would travel the world for a few years and then get married to the perfect man and raise her children in a small town with lots of land and a few dogs. She was halfway through her junior year in high school, so close to going to the real world and achieving her dreams. Yes, life would be great, she thought. However, some force, in this case it was most likely a blue-eyed white bearded old man, had different plans for her.
