Wherein there is questions whether her unbelievably unfortunate unluckiness is on purpose or not.

Lia turned over on her bed, the worn-out mattress groaning beneath her. Sunlight bathed out of the blue drapes, and the girl moaned when it blinded her vision. Groggily, she stared at the digital clock beside her (which she got from a garage sale for one dollar. Cheap and useable. Not something she sees every day), quickly jumping out of bed and forgetting all about the sleep once she saw the time. It was eight-thirty and she was late for school.

Holy hell, she must've been so tired she slept in. That kind of shit was happened more often than not, and it was becoming annoying because seriously, Lia needed her sleep. If she didn't get it, run as for as you can because she's out for blood, motherfuckers.

Wiping sleep out of her eyes, Lia stood up, walking toward the bathroom. Once she reached it, she toyed with the doorknob before opening it (a weird habit of hers). But not before she almost stumbled over her feet. Can't forget that.

She did all her morning routines: swallowed up some Tylenol for her burning headache, took a shower and brushed her tangled hair, ate an apple, and ran out of her apartment. Lia was sure she could make it to the school in time for homeroom, which started a bit after—

And then she stopped in the middle of the hallway, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression beyond angry. It was Saturday. It was Saturday.

"What the hell is even wrong with me?" she said aloud to herself, turning back around and walking back. "Why do I keep forgetting stuff? Am I going crazy?"

Stepping into her empty apartment, her eyes slightly watery, Lia dropped her bag beside the door. That was the fourth time she forgot the date. The fourth time.

Immediately rushing into her room, Lia rubbed her eyes. She needed a better sleeping schedule. Last night was crazy; she was finishing piles of homework as she desperately attempted to at least wash the dishes. These days, she was becoming a workaholic and everything sucked blue balls.

Lia laid down with a shiver. Her apartment had the worst heating capabilities. It was like the landlords didn't even try and left a little girl to become an icicle while the fuckers smoked a joint. She pulled her blanket right under her chin, her back aching horribly.

Her bed was another problem in different category: it was small, hard, and uncomfortable. Lia calculated that if she kept sleeping on that ratty piece of shit, it would take her about three months before her back broke in half. And she did not want that to happen.

She shut her eyes, waiting for sleep to overwhelm her. Lia was sure she felt tired, but it didn't seem to be washing over her as it usually did. If she just remembered the stupid day of the week, then she would be able to sleep.

Muttering incoherently to herself, she stood up, slipping on her shoes and leaving her run-down 'home'. Hell, if she wasn't going to sleep, she might as well walk around like a drunk until she was too tired to do anything. Lia smiled. She produced impeccable logic.

One of the most peaceful parts of Sweet Amoris was the park. It wasn't the kind of park where screaming children played, but the park where most people liked to sit or have picnics in. Lia found it amusing, and she enjoyed laying around on the green grass, staring up at the cloudy sky.

Arriving the park, she inhaled the warm smell of pine trees as she made her way over to a deserted area, sitting contentedly. Lia crossed one leg over the other – which was a very feminine thing she was keen to doing most of the time – and sighed adoringly, smiling up at the bright sun. This was such a perfect moment, really; anything could happen now.

Lia McDonald did not expect to get trampled on by a canine that could be easily taken as a black horse.

"Holy shit!" Lia shrieked, dropping back and hitting her head forcefully on to gravel. She winced when she noticed the dog was standing near her, looking very hungry. "What the hell?"

Sitting up and scooting away from the long-legged beast that smacked off the remaining confidence and sanity of her soul, Lia glared back at the 'thing'. The animal seemed to be smirking at her in a way that was almost mocking, and Lia scowled back. Shit, did animals even smirk? Her headache increased, and now she felt like there was a circus dancing around in her hollow brain.

Lia also did not notice that unbelievably loud cackling of a certain scarlet-haired male that was standing next to her, barking (metaphors, what the hell?) and shaking his head.

"It's just my dog, geez. He's not gonna bite your scalp off, calm your tits," Castiel spoke, laughing even harder when Lia jumped to hearing a voice. He plopped down in front of his dog, scratching the top of his head. "Or whatever you have," he grinned again, looking at her flat chest.

Lia scowled. Could this guy back the hell up? Honestly, it was starting to feel like he was coming around just to annoy her.

"Your dog looks like the devil. Now, please, leave me alone so I can just do my own stuff," Lia growled. Immediately, the dog snarled at her and she let out a yelp, covering her mouth her hand.

The redhead did not move, instead sitting down beside her. "I think it'll be best for me to stay here a bit. What kind of stuff are you tryna do anyway? Plan some kind of attack on our school by using your invisibility powers? Seems legit."

"It's none of your business," Lia spat, moving away from him. "Drag your ass out of here, I beg you. Don't forget to take your goat, too." The teenager drew her knees to her chest, squinting in order to see the people roaming around the park. There were many families in groups eating and talking on benches, and Lia would be lying if her stomach didn't turn upon the sight.

(Because there was food, not because she wanted her mom to be there with her. What was she, a pussy?)

"No thanks. You really need to quit trying to destroy me with your words, Clumsy, because unfortunately for you, I won't," Castiel declared, letting his gigantic dog run away (to probably scare some other poor folks).

Lia sighed. "If you won't go, then I will. I am so done with your stupid personality and constant vulgarity."

But she didn't go. Maybe it was because Castiel didn't answer her or the sudden change of the atmosphere; she didn't know. All Lia knew now was that either he leaves or they both stay because Lia was not going anywhere. Nope, not at all.

"When you keep your mouth shut, you're actually tolerable," said Castiel. Lia shot him a glare, one which he gladly returned. "You should be quieter more often."

Lia slumped back against the big oak tree behind her, letting out a blissful sigh. "Same for you, Mr. Castiel."

They both sat in a relaxed silence, listening to the noise of chatter and the soft wind. Lia breathed in through her nose, disliking how it sounded so dull and monotonous. So routine. And then she started disliking how she suddenly went from the topic of sound and then to breathing. Her mind certainly went to weird places when it was left alone.

"Hobbies?"

Lia sat up and turned to the red-haired male on her left. "What do you mean?" Was this guy content to saying odd shit as if he was totally smashed?

He frowned, giving her a strange, annoyed look. "What are your hobbies?"

"Oh," Lia whispered, her mouth shaped into a small 'o'. She probably seemed like an idiot toward him. "I...I don't really have any, you know, official hobbies," she croaked out in a low voice. "Maybe it's because I don't have a special talent. What about you?"

When Lia saw the proud quirk of his lips, she regretted answering. "I play guitar. Unlike you, I have a natural talent."

"I hate to rain on your parade," Lia spat, "but that isn't a natural talent. Having a natural talent isn't playing-." She was quickly cut off by the raging redhead.

Castiel glared at her. "Don't go all Nathaniel on me, Clumsy. You suddenly switched to being a prick."

Lia raised an eyebrow. What was so bad about being called a 'Nathaniel'? That name sounded very nice, and it even had a ring to it, like a bell. "Who's Nathaniel, your father?"

(She winced once those words came out of her mouth. Her and her horrible comebacks…)

Either Castiel was being smart or just ignored the last comment all together, he shook his head, grumbling words that didn't seem all that appropriate or legal. Lia peered at him with wide eyes, studying him with fear. "Who's Nathaniel?" she repeated. Really, she did not know who the hell Nathaniel was. The name seemed familiar, but Lia brushed it off. She was probably thinking of some movie actor.

"You don't know who he is?" Castiel questioned, a surprised look on his face. When the girl beside him nodded, he looked even more confused. "Didn't he greet you when you first came into the school? 'Because he does that to everyone." Lia blinked and Castiel sighed. "Nathaniel the president. Your head is thicker than it should be."

Lia let out a low hum of acknowledgement. Oh, Nathaniel was the student body president! She held a lot of respect toward him since he had to sit around behind piles and piles of paper while Principal Shermansky shat on the floor screaming in his ear. She hasn't had a full conversation with him since her first appearance in Sweet Amoris High School (around a year ago), but he occasionally said 'hello' to her in that kind tone of his.

"Yeah, I know him. What, do you hate him or something?" asked Lia, leaning back again against the tree. It was a really comfortable spot even though the bark of the tree was stiff. Still, comfort varies on people. Lia could probably sit in a box full of nails without flinching (nope, no, never. She could never do that) because she wasn't a pussy unlike some people she knew in her school (she didn't know any of them, what was she talking about?).

"He's an asshole, period. My hatred to that dumbass goes on for so many levels, so many. All I can say to you, Clumsy, is stay away from the self-satisfied bastard. End of conversation," Castiel immediately replied. Lia stared at him for a moment before she began laughing hysterically.

Wiping tears from her eyes, she gave him a small grin. "It doesn't even seem clear why you hate him," said Lia. She shook her head, dark brown locks falling into her face and let out another chuckle. "Care to explain why? Or how, if it makes it easier to explain."

Castiel examined her for a moment, then let a rainbow of curses escape his lips. "No, I will not explain 'why' or 'how' because I don't want to. Too fucking bad, you dipshit."

Although his tone was humorous, his expression was icy and it didn't help that the peaceful atmosphere faltered before breaking. An awkward silence hung in the suddenly cold air, and Lia gave Castiel another quick look before getting up. "Sorry, but I gotta go. I'm busier than you think."

"I don't think I care, Clumsy. Don't trip over that pebble over there, by the way; it's a dangerous one."

Castiel's tone was still lacking its sarcasm plus his additional rudeness (at least that's what she thought. Hell, she only knew him for about good four weeks; what more could she know about him?), but Lia shrugged it off. "Thanks for the warning, Castiel. Here's some advice: go fuck yourself. Please and thank you."

"This is the second time I heard you say that. I'm starting to wonder if you want to see me screw myself, Clumsy." Castiel smirked, staring at his dog from afar.

"I wouldn't want to see that. At all."

"Then why'd you tell me to?"

"It was supposed to be offending, alright?"

"Well, it wasn't."

Scoffing as she waved a weak wave toward the other, she spun around, making her way down the grassy green. Was it just her, or was she suddenly tired? Lia bit back a yawn, walking a bit off-kilter as she stopped to push her hair out of her eyes. Sleep washed over her senses, and as she aimlessly looked around, she spotted an empty bench. Wouldn't it be brilliant if she slept on that?

But then she shook her head, spotting her apartment that was only a few blocks away from the public park. Eh, her place was just there. It wasn't that far.

Lia found her line of vision momentarily blurry by the time she made it into her home. Her eyes glassy, she slumped into the couch (that was way more comfortable than her bed), laying down and staring at the ceiling. As she settled down, letting the wave of sleep (plus the sudden nausea) take over her.

Shutting her burning eyes, Lia pressed her finger tips on to her cheek. Her skin was cold. There were probably dark circles under her eyes, and her complexion was seemingly pale. God, she was now one hundred percent sure now that she needed a sleeping schedule, hands down.

Lia McDonald, girl seeking light to shine down on her horrible sleeping habits. In need of a sleeping agenda as soon as possible.

But we all know a stupid 'agenda' will never fix this rebellious, T.V. hungry girl. We also know that Lia will probably bite off the arms of anyone who touches the screen of her small television and that she will kill to know more facts about Sammy and Rodriguez's relationship in the new episode of her favourite show. This generations was fucked up as it is, and Lia was a prime villain out of millions.

…Furrowing her eyebrows and turning over to smash her face into the softness of the tatty couch, Lia sighed. Where the hell did her mind run off to when she was sleepy?


Okay, I was going to make this longer, but I myself became sleepy and I just posted it. ): I suck.

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