Author's Note I hope you all like this chapter also. I'm going to post chapter four after I reread it and make sure it's alright. All reviews are helpful and appreciated! Constructive Criticism is always welcome:D
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Thursday morning, Casey woke with a smirk she held in her sleep. Such a dreamless sleep that she felt refreshed and ready to be her new liberated self at school.
But I need to prove that I am liberated.
Casey walked out of her room and opened the closed bathroom door. Someone was in it, taking a shower but she did not care, nor did she care as to who it was. She grabbed her toothbrush and started brushing her teeth. Before she was finished Edwin pulled back the curtain and let out a yell.
"Casey!" Casey turned to him and he had all but his head covered up. "What are you doing?" She smiled and looked away.
"Brushing my teeth. What does it look like I'm doing?" Edwin sighed.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing, I'm just trying to be true to myself." Edwin let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, if being true to yourself means acting more like…" His eyes got huge. Casey knew the name he was about to say. Obviously everyone is getting the idea…but Derek isn't intelligent, so I'll have to change the attitude a little.
"I'm sorry Ed. I'm all finished." Casey rinsed her toothbrush and exited the bathroom.
Lizzie looked at her sister.
"I thought Edwin was in there." She looked at Lizzie.
"He was." Casey left Lizzie before the shock could settle in and went to her room to change.
Eyeing all her clothes, she tried to be unpredictable with the style. Everyone expects me to wear something clean, tidy, and bright. So I need something messy and dark. Oh yeah! She remembered the torn shirts Derek had given back to her. Two were pink, one was blue and the other was white with little pink flowers on it. Casey grabbed the blue shirt and put her black babe raider shirt on, then threw the blue one over it.
Hmm. Actually looks nice. She grabbed her old black capri's. Now what to do with my hair. I need it to be a little messy and untidy. Casey grabbed a pony tail and hurriedly tied it together. It's not even a little messy… Casey let out a sigh. Frustrated, she took the ponytail out and grabbed hairspray and lightly sprayed her hair. Quickly, she put her hair back into the ponytail and yanked it in strange directions.
It was now slightly off center and had odd strands sticking out in weird places.
Perfectly imperfect. Casey confidently crossed her arms.
"Do I have any eyeliner?" Casey thought for a moment. Well I don't want to go too punk-ish. Scratch eyeliner. Just foundation and lip gloss. And blue eye-shadow. To match the shirt. I'm messy enough to match a little.
She left her room and went downstairs to get some breakfast. What do I usually have? Casey eyed the cereal cupboard. After looking for a few moments, she grabbed Derek's cereal.
"What are you doing?" Derek said arrogantly to Casey, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"Getting breakfast. Could you hand me a bowl." He stood still for a moment, then reached for a bowl. Casey leaned across the island to grab her stuff and as she pulled it closer to her Derek got dangerously close to her. She lifted her body up and her back was almost touching his chest.
"Enjoy my cereal." He whispered darkly in her ear. A shiver ran down Casey's spine and she looked back at him. What would un-liberated Casey say? "Back off jerk." Liberated Casey?
"I will." Derek gave out a short breath and left the kitchen.
When they all finally got to school, Emily had the most funny shocked expression plastered on her face.
"Casey…" She said cautiously.
"Yes?" Casey said obliviously as they walked to first period.
"This is even worse than when you were babe raider. What did you do to your shirts?" Un-liberated Casey screamed the truth, but no one would expect her to lie.
"Well, I decided I wanted to break free from my predictable pattern. And I also dropped us out of that contest I signed us up for. I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission." Emily crossed her arms, still trailing in the shadow of Casey.
"I accept your apology, but there's nothing wrong with being predictable. I was just upset. You didn't need to shred your clothes." Casey glanced back, but continued walking.
"I didn't shred them because of what you said. I shredded them because I wanted a change." Casey turned the corner at the end of the hallway.
"But Casey-"
"Look." Casey stopped in the middle of the hallway. "If there is one thing about me that won't change it's the fact that I only change myself when I want to, and I don't want to change back." She turned back around and walked to first period alone. Emily was left standing in the middle of the crowd, confused.