It all started on such a nice day, too.

Monday, 6:04

This was just one of those mornings-when you wake up and everything is perfect and you shut off your alarm before it starts blaring in your ear like it's the apocalypse. You know, the birds singing and and the whole seven yards.

Why seven yards, do you ask? Well, here's the deal diary. That was the day I, Casey Renee Mcdonald, was going to call the shots in my relationship for what seemed like the first time since Max and I got together.

So while it's not nine yeards, it's better than three.

Which was about the extent of my nerves when I reached my locker that morning after a half an hour of Em lecturing me on my newfound status and why I shouldn't give it up. Honestly...I love Em, it's just...she's so...obsessed with status. It's like everyone in my whole damn school is.

Derek.

Grrrrrrrrr. It's probably all his fault, like it always is.

XOXO

Case

Casey felt her face heat up for what felt like the 50 billionth time this past hour.

Damn. Damn Damn Damn.

She really really hated it when Sam and Ralph got drunk. It was like the Derek in them came out and bit everyone in the ass.

Oh God. She was so past angry that it wasn't even funny. Too bad Sam and Ralph decided that announcing to the whole school over the loudspeakers her private thoughts and adding accents when needed to make it look like she had a crush on Derek (She didn't!) was a great and funny idea. They were so dead-as soon as she found them, anyway.

What where those two on? And how the hell had they gotten her diary anyway?

Friday, Date Night

Ughgh. It's Friday, it's date night, and I hate it.

I honestly haven't had a date in what feels like forever on a Friday, and it seems like Derek always does. I know I set him and Sally up, but I almost feel like it wasn't worth it.

Not even getting to sit in his recliner while watching sappy movies with Mom and George makes up for it.

Ok, maybe it does a little, but I would rather have him here.

XOXO

Case

Yes, they were officially so so dead. Hopefully Emily wouldn't get pissed about the status bit. And the murder of Sam. And Ralph. And if she was, Casey planned to shamelessly do whatever was in her power to blame Sam for being a not so wonderful boyfriend that he was.

Well, ex-boyfriend in her case. But whatever.

A/N Well? Do you like it? Do you hate it? Does it make any sense? Leave a review so I know how I did...Sorry about the typos, if there are any. It's like one in the morning so...yeah