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Authors Note:

Chapter 3: In which spoons are thrown, song are sang, and football teams are dissed.

Oh and oceanlover14, the only thing that i know for sure can't be fixed with duct tape is a dining room table, but your good with car doors, and even water coolers.


"I wonder when he is going to get here?" asked Casey's mother as she stood over the stove cooking dinner for the night. "Who's he? And what's for dinner?" Inquired Casey while she strummed on her beat up acoustic guitar. "That's a surprise Hun, and it's chicken Parmesan, your favorite." Replied her mom while stirring the noodles. Casey wondered who this mystery "he" was, and why her family was acting so strange towards her since she got home from the party. Her parents were acting as if they were nervous and her brothers were making odd comments. Her oldest brother, Lee, kept on referring to her as "his little soldier". Travis, her brother who was only a year older, kept looking at her as if she was going to make him explode and told her "if you can make lead into gold, I'm buying a shit load of pencils." This only confused her more and left her muttering "What the Hell?" Any time she tried to confront them about it her brothers would just butt in saying "you haven't heard the word?"

"What word?" she would ask.

"Well everyone knows that bird is the word!" they would yell enthusiastically.

"Oh god" she would mutter, while making a mental note to never let them watch Family Guy. She would just walk away while the boys continued on singing.

"A-well-a every body's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word"

"Shut UP!" she yelled while throwing the spoons that she was supposed to be setting the table with at them.

"A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well- a OUCH!"

A spoon collided with the side of Travis's face.

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"You hit me with a spoon" The incredulous look on his face was priceless.

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"Um... no i didn't?" Casey said trying to find a way to escape whatever Travis was planning as revenge.

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There was a stare down. Travis's eye twitched, it was getting red, and finally...

blink.

"WHOO!" Casey was cheering mentally, doing a happy dance on the inside.

Mom walked in...

"Casey your supposed to be setting the table, not the floor."

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"Whats going on?" Casey's mom inquired looking back and forth between them.

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"Casey spooned me!" yelled Travis while pointing accusingly at her.

"Wha-? No i didn't you sicko!" she looked disgusted.

"Mom- i didn't- i threw-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Travis ran from the room screaming with his hands flapping like a bird, tripped on a box, got up and run off.

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"okaaaay" Casey said while staring at the spot he had previously been.

"Your brothers a freak." her mother stated while staring at the same spot.

"Gets that from Dad right?"

"Good Girl" her mom nodded in approval and patted her head as she walked off.

Casey picked up the spoons and placed new ones that had yet to be contaminated on the table.

She decided she should change clothes since she was playing outside with the dogs in the ones she had on. She walked in her room and went to her closet.

"TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVISSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Her scream could probably be heard for miles away.

He popped her head in her room and held up a roll of duct tape and spun it around his finger like it was a gun. Then he proceeded to blow his finger out and with a cocky grin said

"Spoon that sucka."

If looks could kill Travis would be shot, cut up with a chainsaw, burned, and buried.

Casey looked back to her closet. The door was shut and there was duct tape covering the entire thing making it impossible for her to open.

"How the hell did he do that so quick. That boy is a genius with a role of duct tape." She thought to herself while attempting to remove the tape from her wall and praying it didn't take off any paint.

She finally got her closet open and opted for wearing her favorite pair of Lucky Jeans (which Casey thought was pretty much the best brand of pants ever) and a T-Shirt with the OU Wagon on the front and BOOMER SOONER written underneath it. The back had Bradford written across the top and the number 14 like it was a jersey. She threw on some red converse and walked into the living room while waiting for the snide remarks she was going to get from her brothers.

"Sooners suck balls" said Lee

"We totally kicked your ass this year" said Travis.

"They won by ten points." said Casey. "and im sorry, who's goin to the championship? oh wait.. thats US!"

Her dad walked in with her mom

"Get out of my house wearing that shirt" said her dad.

PSH! Whatever, who's that Colt Mccoy kid who almost won the Hiesman this year? countered her mom.

"Yea! Go Momma!" said Casey slapping hands with her.

Casey's father grew up in Dallas, Texas, while her mother grew up in the Oklahoma panhandle. Her brothers followed her Dad's footsteps and became Texas Longhorn football fans while Casey opted with her mothers views and became an Oklahoma Sooners football fan. Anybody who knows college football knows that those are two of the biggest rival schools there are, so living with such avid fans under the same roof was somewhat explosive. Her parents called the weekend when they played divorce weekend, and where allways making bets like, "If Sooners win you have to do the dishes for a month."

The family was just sitting around the flat screen in the living room and watching reruns of The Office, which was one of Casey's favorite T.V. shows, when they heard a loud noise that sounded like a gunshot. No one reacted because that was a normal sound around where they lived.

"Daddy, i think someones trying to hunt on our land again." said Casey

"Want i should take care of it, Father?" said Lee in his best mobster voice.

"No, dogs are inside, wont shoot nothin of ours." grunted her Dad.

Everyones head shot up when they heard someone knocking on the door.

"I'll get it" said Casey's mother.

She opened the door and in walked a tall old man. He had long white hair and a beard, and Casey thought that those sparkling blue eyes looked vaguely familiar.


Chapter 4 soon. Studying for SAT's, bear with me