Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine. Also, a line in this story is used a lot, and it belongs to Ivorycat as well. You'll live.

Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.

Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.

Summery: School's just peachy keen, but after school's so much better.

Chapter Six: The First Day of Hell

"Welcome to your first day of hell. Hopefully it won't be as bad as my own days," Cordelia shuddered at the thought of her dysfunctional high school.

"Thanks Cordy, love ya!" Casey smiled brightly and jumped out of the car. Connor just grunted something out. Cordelia didn't even bother to figure out what he said; after all he was just being his usual grumpy self. After all, it was his fault that he got in a little before the crack of dawn. The two siblings waved until the car was out of site before Casey turned towards her brother.

"Look, I'm going to make the best of this situation and I don't need you to mess this up for me. If you even try and embarrass me, I will make sure something soft and squishy is in your bed tonight, got it?" Casey threatened and stalked off to find her friend Lissa, who she had met weeks before at a club.

"Lissa!" Casey flagged down her now blue-haired friend. When they had first met, her hair had been purple.

"Casey, who's that dark and handsome guy you got out of the car with? And were you threatening him?" the blue-haired and green-eyed girl asked, a smirk playing upon her lips.

Casey just snorted, "My brother. Don't get mixed up with him though, he's bad news, like tabloid bad news. My dad had to kick him out of the house, the only reason he's back is because the police picked him up."

Lissa grinned at the comment as she licked her lips, "Ooh, a bad boy. Me like."

Casey rolled her eyes; "You like anything that walks on two legs and that you can wrap around your little finger, you slut. But we should get to class, my backside is depending on me showing up to class," Casey shuddered as she swung her bag up from the ground and across her shoulders.

Lissa winced, "I'm so sorry, but off to physics we go. And to the batty teacher as well."

By the time lunch rolled around, Casey was about to scream. "What in hell possessed me to take both physics and calculus in the same year? Then add that cooking class…jeez, I'm all numbered out," Casey complained to Lissa who was busy unwrapping a pop tart.

"You were the stupid one I'll say. I would have just said screw it and then signed up for easy courses. Of course there is the physics course, oh well, I'm the science genius," Lissa shrugged, finally unwrapping her lunch, taking a bite of the first pastry.

"Oh, I know why I'm taking these things, my father had Wesley stand over me," Casey rolled her eyes as she tool a sip of her bottled water. She had been caught once again looking through Wesley's books with out him knowing beforehand. So once again she was sent to work on filing and made to take rather challenging courses so she would not have time for her snooping.

"You seriously have a big family don't you? It must be a pain during the holidays," Lissa asked, finishing her packaged pastries.

"You have no idea," Casey shook her head and they let the subject drop.

When Casey walked in the door of the Hyperion Hotel, she found Gunn cleaning off weapons that he had used the night before. "Not going to comment," she told him as she took a seat next to him on the round couch thing that they had in the lobby. Her bag was leaning against her leg, on the ground.

"Tough time?" Gunn asked, not looking up from the axe.

"It sucks," Casey muttered groping in her bag to find her Mythology textbook and Latin textbook. "I have to friggin' textbooks for one class!"

Gunn laughed, "That's why I dropped out Sparkles.

Casey shook her head, "If I did that, Dad would have my ass and then my head on a silver platter. No thanks. I don't do pain."

That night Casey was getting ready to out when Angel knocked and entered. Casey turned and smiled, "Why don't you come in Dad?" she joked.

Angel cracked a smile at the joke, but then turned serious. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Out, I've done all my homework, honest. Why d'ya ask?" Casey asked as she turned towards him.

"Well I didn't think you'd forget about yesterday," Angel looked at her sternly.

"Oh but Daddy," Casey begged, looking at him with her eyes wide, "That's not fair. What if I brought Connor along with me?"

Angel sighed, his little girl had him wrapped around her little finger, and he knew it. "Go ask him," he shrugged.

Casey bounded out of the room and ran into Connor's; who was listening to music and sketching in his American History textbook. "Connor, I don't know what you're drawing in there, and I don't want to. But your going to stop it and go out with me tonight," she commanded.

"I am?" he asked, raising his eyebrow, a perfect imitation of their father.

His twin just glared at him, "Lissa and I have boy scouting plans and I can't go if you don't go. Now if you don't comply, I'll friggin' kill you.

Connor just sighed and got off his bed. They both walked back to Casey's room where Angel was waiting. "Okay you two. If I have to pick either of you up from the police, your' butts are mine. There will be no illegal activity or your butts are mine. Got it?" Angel looked at the two of them, who just nodded in agreement. "Have a good time you two."

An hour later they found themselves in the front row of a concert that was being preformed at the club Ocean's Secret, Lissa was no where to be found. The two siblings didn't speak to one another the whole time, each loathing the other one's company. At the end of the performance, a beer was shoved into their hands. Nervously they drank them, not wanting to feel out of place. Soon they found themselves outside the bar, Connor didn't want to be there in the first place and Casey had no fun if Lissa wasn't there to boy scout with her.

The two siblings looked at each other. If their dad knew that there had been drinking going on, he would act upon his threat. They swallowed at the same time as they walked towards the hotel.

"We don't tell dad, agreed?" Casey asked, knowing that she'd get most of the blame if Angel found out.

"Agreed."