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Casey's world was crumbling down. Of that much she was sure. But… what was she to do, anyway? It's not like she hadn't already tried to do everything in her power to keep it all upright. I mean, she had gone to lengths she would have never even dreamt about-like writing hot love letters to her mom signing her father's name- which, by the way took away like all of her innocence and still wouldn't do the trick because, apparently, it's quite obvious when someone who just recently learned about the facts of life and has never actually experienced sex tries to write something sexy that they're not forty. The thing is, she tried everything and anything that came to mind and it still didn't seem to work.
Everyone seemed to have already accepted that her parents' relationship had been over for much too long, but she couldn't help but clinging to a dream where her sister (Lizzie), her parents and her were a happy family of four enjoying breakfast to a commercial theme song. It just wasn't realistic, she knew, but she just didn't feel like she was strong enough to accept this and move on. She couldn't see past herself and listen to the logical part of her brain-which was actually pretty big, mind you. You know that little voice inside your head that tells you that once you let that thing that terrifies you actually happen it will all be better in time? That people will actually be better off and happier and not more miserable like you think you will be? Well, she had that too. She was just too stubborn to give in and listen, even if it was indeed herself talking.
Thus, after having tried everything she could ever think of, she couldn't help but break down and cry for days on end after her parents told her they were getting a divorce. To her, it was just too much, too soon, but her mom told her in a while she would look back on those last months of her life and think it was actually long overdue. She told Casey things would be better off and that, at least for the time being, the three girls would get a condo in Toronto while her father would be moving to New York. Actually, come to think of it, that was her breaking point. The 'not being able to see her dad' part. Sure, he worked like crazy and didn't spend all that much time home, but she actually loved him like crazy. She just idolized him, she guessed. I mean, he was her father, after all, and what little girl doesn't see her daddy as some sort of hero? At least, she did, that's for sure. He was always the one that could fix anything, from a broken pipe to her broken pride whenever she fell down and he was there to put her back up again-which was actually more often than she'd ever care to admit, given she was a total klutz. She has to admit, though, that he lost almost every point he had ever gained with her just the moment he climbed onto that plane and left, without putting up a fight, and without being able to fix their family and her broken heart for good.
Oh, her world was crumbling down, alright, but, once she got used to it, she guessed it wasn't all that bad. Her mom and Lizzie had always been within the top three of her "My Favorite People in the World" list-she loved making those-and living with them was actually proving to be kind of fun. However, she had learned the hard way that good things don't last long, and she wasn't all that surprised when her mom announced that she was dating again. That much she did expect-her mom was really a gorgeous woman considering her age, after all.
At the time, 'another blow…' she thought, but she got used to it pretty quickly and just turned a blind eye when her mom came home late. This didn't last long either, though, for one day she just didn't come home at all. You know that gut feeling that tells you everything's about to change on the blink of an eye? Well, she was so used to it by now-and she was just 14-that it was actually sort of scary to feel it so real, because it meant this one change that was about to happen must really be strong. Nonetheless, nothing in the world could have prepared her for the news that came her way a couple of months after that fateful night.
Actually, come to think of it 'another blow…' just wasn't going to cut it this time. In her opinion, her mom had just gone too far this time… MARRIED? To a guy in LONDON? Three kids? THREE kids? 'Yeah, right…' she thought 'This has got to be a nightmare, this definitely cannot be real'. But her mom never said "Haha, April's fool!", or anything like it and, before she knew it, she was off in a car with her mom to meet the eldest kid who was going to show her around and make sure she was able to get adjusted to yet another new school, with yet more new friends in a city that felt years away from home. She was supposed to be grateful for this, though, because, according to her mother's words, if she felt like she could never in a million years adjust to this place, they would just up and leave and never come back, her mom remaining single. However, she knew as well as her mom did that she was a total people-pleaser and that she would never be able to look her mother in the face to tell her she didn't want her to marry and be happy. She just couldn't disappoint her so, and they both knew it. Thus, the three of them were as good as packed.
All in all, she knew she was screwed, but she also felt like things just couldn't get any worse. She thought 'Worst case scenario, this guy's a punk or a jerk or a total jackass and I just won't stand him, but I'll suck it up 'till college and just move out and go on living an organized life… preferably without an ounce of change in it…'
Boy was she ever wrong…
AN: So... what did you think? Your opinion would be greatly appreciated if you left a review, since it's my first ever story and English isn't even my first language... Also, if you have seen any mistakes and you decide to review, could you please let me know so I can fix them or at least not make them again or something? Thanks so much for taking the time to read this, I can't explain how much it means to me!=)