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.
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: The permission is given, now for it to be started.
Chapter Sixteen: Permission
Casey gave her school's principal an innocent look, but it didn't reach her eyes. Her eyes were mischievous. "Well I was thinking about the annual talent show and how no one shows up. It's just a waste of money. But I figured out a way that we can peak interest and raise money for the school. Without the school having to spend a cent," she gave another smile.
"Go on," Mr. Falkner's instructed.
"Well, if it's student run, you wouldn't have to pay teachers over time. And if the student's are running it, you don't need to use school supplies," she reasoned.
"And who would be in charge of this?" he asked the teen.
She just shrugged off handedly; "I would."
"Okay." Mr. Falkner drew out the monosyllable word.
"So do I have your permission?" Casey asked hopefully, her blue eyes large with faked innocence.
"Of course Ms. Angel. Now get back to class," Mr. Falkner sighed and went to do some paper work as Casey flounce out of the office.
Casey grinned as she walked down the halls. Spotting Seth she jogged up to his locker where he was currently trying to take a nap. Crouching down, Casey started to poke her friend, who just slapped her hands away in annoyance. "Go 'way," he mumbled, leaning his head against the orange metal lockers.
"Seth get up. It's important," Casey sighed, not wanting to put up with any games he might want to play.
"What the hell do you want. I was having a rather nice dream…" Seth started, but Casey cut him off.
"I don't want to hear it. Look; get your friends, a person from as many different groups as possible. And if you see Claire, Connor, Kevin, or Lissa, tell them to do the same. We're raging war against Falkner." Casey whispered the last part before she stood up, dusted her skirt off and headed to the Starbucks across the street from the school; she needed something with caffeine.
Author's Note 2: I know I'm holding everything off. But guess what. Shorter chapters, more updates. Be happy, don't worry. But anywho, I promise Spike will becoming soon, as will Charlie. I just need to get to a good time. And more fluffy Connor-Casey will be coming soon, but again, I just need to find a good place for it. And the talent show will be interesting…I'll tell you guys that much. The big question is, Can Casey pull it off without getting in trouble? And thanks for all the reviews, I love them! But I won't be posting until I get at least 55 or more reviews. Cause that's the way I like it….