Ever since she was little Casey's parents told her she was special. She was seven years eight months and three weeks old when she realized that was something that every grown up told every little kid. What she did not realize was that they were actually telling the truth. Now she was seventeen years five months and nine days old, and she was about to find out just how special she was.
Casey, being blissfully unaware of this, had just gotten out of the shower and was getting ready for the New Year's Eve/birthday party they had at her friend Jessica's house each year. When she was finished she gave herself a once over in the floor length mirror in her room. Her brown hair fell a few inches below her shoulders and was naturally curly, and very thick. It had the littlest hint of red in it, "probably because I'm Scottish." She thought. It had a few natural dark blond streaks in it, mostly around her face. She loved that, because they really brought out her honey brown, almost ocher colored eyes, especially in the summer. She had a roundish face, with a little bit of a natural blush, and a few light freckles on her cheeks from always being in the sun so much. She was wearing blue jeans that were bleached with holes and shreds all over them and a low cut, but not too low, black shirt with The Spill Canvas written in what was supposed to look like purple paint. She was about five foot seven, and weighed about 150. She was not fat really; she just had more muscle on her body from playing sports since she was four, which made her legs look great in a skirt, even though she rarely wore them. She didn't have a huge butt like some girls did, but she did have a rather large chest, which some of her guy friends would tease her about and try to throw skittles down her shirt. Nevertheless, she was happy with the way she looked. She put on a grey and black wristband and laced up the purple and white shoelaces on her black converse. She grabbed her bag full of clothes for spending the night after the party and Jessica's birthday present (a cute is what we aim for shirt and a gift certificate to the local music store) and called bye to her parents while fighting off her overexcited dogs and jumping into her old black pickup truck.
"So how was the party?" asked Jessica as all the girls were sitting around in their pajamas. Her dad had finally chased off all the guy's since it was four in the morning. There were scattered remarks of "great" and "fun" and even a couple of snores from the people who had already fallen asleep. As the lights were turned off and everyone snuggled under their blankets, Casey pondered the events of the night. "It was a fun party." She thought. "Almost as fun as the time we all jumped in a pond at Kerrie's in the middle of that lightning storm... or that time we all stripped down and jumped in the lake when were on that school field trip and the teacher just laughed and went back to his fishing.. I wonder why all of our fun centers around water..." she thought while remembering earlier that night how two of her friends decided to have a paddle boat race in Jessica's pond which ended in the sinking of one of the boats. She decided she needed some sleep though, she hadn't really been feeling very well since around midnight. She figured it was because she kissed David at midnight, well not so much of a kiss as him yelling "WHOOO! Two Thousand and Nine!" and proceeding to grab her face and plant one on her before running away while she threw cupcakes at him. "Idiot face David...he was probably sick or something.... I'm gonna get a disease all because of him. Next time I see him I'm gonna throw my shoe at his head... I wish I hadn't thrown all those cupcakes... I'm kinda hungry..." These where the last thoughts she had before she finally drifted off to sleep.
She woke up around eleven the next morning to her cell phone blasting Guilty Pleasure by Cobra Starship. She groggily grabbed for her phone and flipped it open. "Ugh?" she muttered into the phone while smoothing down her crazy hair. "Good morning to you too Honey, its almost noon... don't you think you should come home by now. We're having visitors later this evening." Said the voice of her mom. She replied with an "uh sure... I'll be there soon, bye love you." She had a headache and still felt bad from the night before, and was ready to get home and go back to sleep so she threw on her jeans from the night before not even bothering to take off the short shorts she used as pajamas. She left the house careful not to wake anyone who was still sleeping and drove home again, wondering who the company was going to be, and how what was the best type of shoes to wear next time she saw David.
