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Chapter 2: The Room, The Fall, The Party
16 year old Casey McDonald/ aka The White Tiger was now living in a new home, with a new family, in a new town. She would have to go to a new school and get to know a new area. London. A small town, new charities to make and new gangs to fight. The house was a complete mess. Boxes and furniture everywhere. People running around and screaming. Casey was starting to get a headache. She was not used to so much racket. She sat on the steps and watched as her mother and her stepfather George were moving some dishes onto the kitchen and decorating it on a more family oriented way. Not that it wasn't, but you could seriously tell that a woman hasn't lived there for a while. She then saw her sister Lizzie and her younger stepbrother Edwin moving some boxes closer to the stairs, which she assumed were Lizzie's things. Matri, her little 6 year old step sister was running around dressed in purple with her monkey Sir-Monks-a-Lot, singing songs, and being in everybody's way. "Marti, honey, please go play somewhere else." Every person would say. Casey smiled. That kid was adorable. She looked around and noticed that one member of the family was missing. Derek. Her other step brother who was her age. She sighed. He looked pretty good. Wait Casey, what are you thinking? You don't have time for any of this sappy stuff. And besides he's your stepbrother.
The house that they moved into was not small but it wasn't big either. It was two story and was pretty cozy. "Casey, honey, Good morning." "Good morning mother, George." "Morning Casey, I hope you slept well." "Yes thank you I did. Mom, I have some things to do this morning so I won't have breakfast. I'll be back for dinner though." "Ok honey be careful." Casey went to the room she slept in and dug out some clothes in her suitcase. This suitcase contained the clothes she would absolutely need when she went to the company. She took out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. "Hey Alex, can you drive up the back Cadillac to my new house I need to go to the company… Thanks. See you soon." Casey went to the bathroom across the hall and took a shower. The warm water ran down her tattooed back. It felt really good. The tension of the unexpected seemed to take over her body and her whole body was tense. After she was done she looked at her back in the mirror. Her tattoo covered her whole back and she loved it. She never yet regretted agreeing to take over the gang for her father. She missed him though.
After drying her hair, and curling it so that it was somewhat wavy, she started to dress. Her outfit was going to be black today. She put on black skinny jeans, with a black halter top. Over her jeans she pulled on her black spicy buckle 4 inch heel boots. She put on her black leather jacket and fixed her hair over. She loved being able to be able to dress like this. Could she dress like this to school? No. Not yet at least. Now for the makeup. It was autumn a day before school started. She made sure her makeup was autumy. She had red orange lipstick and black brown mascara and eyeliner. She was now ready. As she left the bathroom she again sprayed some Chanel perfume her father gave her two years ago. She made sure she didn't it too much. She used it on special days, yet she didn't know why today was special. As she descended down the stairs, Derek came through the door with his hockey gear. "Hey Dad, what's with the Cadillac by the house and the weird guy standing next to it?" "I don't know… let me go look." He started towards the door but Casey stopped him. "Don't worry George, that's for me. See you guys at dinner. Bye" Everyone looked at her. Derek caught his breath. Casey. So hot. Damn what am I thinking she's my stepsister. Where is she going? Casey left the house and went towards the company.
Dinner
Dinner was not the best time for Casey. She didn't want to be there right now, but she promised. "Casey, why are you so quiet tonight? Did anything happen?" asked Nora very concerned. Casey picked at her food and ate very little, when she usually had a very good appetite. Everyone watched her, waiting for an answer. "I'm fine mom, I'm just not very hungry, I had a very big lunch that's all." "Oh ok." Everyone continued eating. But Casey couldn't forget what happened at the company this afternoon.
Flashback
When Casey arrived at the company in Toronto, she was greeted by everyone except one member of the gang. Allen. The one that was like a father to her and a great mentor. "John," she asked one of the men, "where's Allen?" "I'm sorry miss but he wasn't able to be here today." Casey felt odd. Something in his voice told her that it was serious. She was going to get to the bottom of this no matter what.
Later that day, she called Philippe, her secretary to her office. "Philippe, please tell me and only the truth. Where's Allen. Why wasn't he here?" "Young Miss, I'm sorry but we promised not to say anything." "I don't care whether you promised him, I won't tell anyone you told me." "Miss, he'll tell you himself later today when he comes. Just wait until then." Casey stayed silent for a minute. She had taught all the men to be loyal and honest. If you promised something, you should keep the promise. "Ok, when will he be here?" Just as Philippe was about to answer, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." The one and only subject, Allen walked in. He looked pale and weak. Casey rushed to him. "Allen, what's wrong with you? You don't look well? Are you ok?" The 45 year old man looked at Casey and smiled weakly. "Casey, sweety. Sometimes, as you know, things don't work out as you want them to. Some people have to leave this world earlier than others. Well,….I'm one of them. My time to live is just a week and I still have much to teach you. There are some things you need to know. Some secrets your father told me to tell you only in a situation like this." Casey listened in horror. Another person she cared about was leaving her.
End of Flashback
After dinner, the family gathered in the living room on the couch to discuss the living arrangements. After many arguments between Casey and Derek, it was decided that their rooms would be next to each other and George and Nora, would make a room in the basement. Tomorrow they would go on their honeymoon for a week after taking the kids to school.
Early the next morning, before sunrise, Casey was already up. She could barely sleep at night. Thinking about the situation with Allen. Instead of wasting time, she decided to get ready for school. She went to her closet and pulled out her white bell bottom jeans, yellow stretchy shirt, her yellow flats. She got her silver teardrop jewelry set and went to take a shower. After she took it she got dressed and started working on her hair. She tried many things and she finally settled with a French braid updo like Jessica Alba. After she did her hair she applied makeup. When she was done it was already 7 am and everyone was starting to get up. She went to the kitchen to have breakfast. After breakfast, George and Nora loaded their suitcases into the car and then their kids. They took each to school and said their warnings, goodbyes, and good lucks and set off on their honeymoon.
At school, Casey had a hard time adjusting. It seemed strange but it was hard. A new surrounding and Derek was there and she had her own issues to deal with. As she was heading to lunch she was thinking about the situation with Allen again and hadn't noticed a step. As a result she tripped and fell in front of the whole school. Just as she did, Derek and his friend Sam passed by. Everyone laughed. "Well, who knew there was a Klutzilla here at our school." Causing everyone to laugh even harder. Casey scowled. She picked up her stuff and passed by Derek giving him a glare. "I don't have time for this right now Derek. Leave me alone." With that she went to lunch. "Damn, you sister's hot." Said Sam. "Stepsister." Yeah she is. Damn here I go again. She's a Klutz. Who knew?
Casey's day went by slowly. She was glad when she came home. Tonight she was going to attend her favorite club Atlantis Utopia and dance. She would always go there. When she felt down, she would feel better after going there.
Later that evening, after Lizzie, Edwin, and Marti were asleep and Derek was downstairs watching hockey with Sam, Casey started getting ready. She wore a short electric blue babydoll dress with silver leggings. She put on her silver flower jewelry set and electric blue pumps. She did her hair and makeup and headed downstairs. It was now 9pm and Alex was waiting outside with the car. As she headed downstairs and toward the door, Derek looked over. Damn she looks good. Wait, where is she going like that? "Where do you think you're going Klutzilla?" "Out to a party, why?" "You, going to a party? You know Dad and Nora said no to parties." "My mom let's me and I have a driver waiting already. Bye." "Wait,…." "Why?" "I'm coming with you." "Why? I didn't invite you, and you have Sam over." "Sam can come along, and I'm going to be a supervisor." Casey laughed. "Whatever, you have 30 seconds." This is going to be good. They both thought. But their definition of good was little different.
At the party, Casey was dancing and drinking, while Derek and Sam stared in amazement. Wasn't she the Klutz and the goody goody of school? What's with this? And Nora lets her? Does she even know? Derek shook those thoughts away and watched as his stepsister was dancing in the middle of the dance floor with some other girls while everyone else was cheering. This was going to be a great night.
Casey danced and danced. She kept drinking and thinking about the company, Allen, her mom and George, the kids sleeping at home, and Derek and Sam watching her. Just then, she felt her knees go out and go dark around her. The last thing she heard was her name being called out.
Well hope you liked it. Chapter 3 will be out ASAP. Please give me a review and any suggestions on what you'd like to see here. Maybe I will be able to work it in. Sorry for the looonngg wait. I've been EXTREMELY busy. Hopefully you won't have to wait so long this time.
