Yay! I've post yet another story! Now the question is, why am I starting another fic when I already have a couple other fics that have yet to be developed at all? The answer to that is that I am a dumbass and have the attention span of a squirrel on crack. I don't like to be boxed in to one story all the time. Branching out into other fics makes me feel more relaxed. Plus, I think it's way more fun. It's boring to be cramped into just one story, dealing with the same old characters all the time. Kudos to all writers who are able to do that. I am envious of your talents, and wish that I had the same mindset. However, since I am not a particularly good writer, do not plan out stories ahead of time, and generally have lots of stuff to do other than update on this website, posting feedback to comments, and updating will be sporadic and willynilly. Some days I may just go on a frenzy and reply to everything and post three new chapters. Of course there will also be long dry spells as well. But really, enough of all that. Who cares? I sure don't. I've lost interest in whatever I've just been saying, soooo...onward and forward as they say!xD
Disclaimer: I do not own-yadda-yadda-yadda, etc., etc. *makes flamboyant hand gestures*
"Nuuuurgh", Casey groaned as she flopped over to turn off her alarm clock. It was much too early to go to school. She blinked away the fogginess of blissful dreamland to make way for the harsh truth of the real world. As she gazed at her nightstand she came to the conclusion that something was definitely amiss. Yawning and rubbing her eyes blearily, she lazed in bed for a few more minutes. She could not place the niggling suspicion that something was wrong out of her mind. She sat up and stretched out the kinks in her back and neck. Looking around the room her eyes came to once again rest pm her nightstand. She saw her alarm clock, annoyingly telling her to get a move on for school. She saw her stuffed bear, Mr. Tigglesworth and his wife, sitting snugly and adorably on their plushy bear tails. She had a few pens and pencils placed on the nightstand. They were there in case she felt the urge to scribble something down in her diary. Casey felt it was important to document one's life. It was good to keep certain events in a person's life documented and dated in a very organized manner, such as a cleanly written diary.
Casey bolted out of her warm and cozy bed with a sudden jerking motion. She moved so fast that she wound up getting her legs caught up in the blankets and landed in a messy heap on the floor. That was the least of her worries however since with wide, disbelieving eyes and shaking, fluttery hands she noticed that the spot on her nightstand where she kept her diary, which was just a plain purple notebook with the words 'DO NOT TOUCH' written in big bold letters on the cover, was utterly, horribly, sickeningly bare. She smoothed over the cool, wooden surface with the tips of her fingers, trying in vain to locate her missing diary. 'Ohnononono! Please no!' She checked under her bed for the missing notebook. She looked all over the floor. She searched her closet, drawers, behind her desk, and under any sort of object in her usually very organized room. She could not find it anywhere in her room.
Screwing her face up in thought she knew she would never-had never taken that book outside of the safety of her room. Narrowing her eyes in anger, an anger that she had not felt since she first moved into the Venturi residence, she let out one of her better ear piercing screams of "DE-REK!". She stormed into Derek's room, not even bothering with the formality of knocking. He didn't deserve that common decency. Belatedly she thought about her appearance, having just woken up she probably didn't look like her usual clean, well-put-together self. As her anger was reaching about a 6 to maybe a 7 on the temper-meter she would wager that she looked more like a mad woman on the prowl for human flesh right about now than Casey McDonald, the goody-two-shoes. But she was much too angry at the moment to care about her looks, let alone for Derek's sake. Hearing a groan from a lumpy pile of blankets and pillows on the bed Casey's eyes targeted Derek's location. She was not playing around. Stomping over to the bed she briskly threw the covers back and screamed,"DE-REK! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?"
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