[RE-WRITING] The Righteous Man's Daughter {Dean Winchester's Daughter}

01. child labor laws

CHAPTER ONE

CHILD LABOR LAWS

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minnesota
fourteen years later

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I've always been a good student, but when it came to my freshman history class, I was dangerously close to losing my passing grade. The sinking feeling in my gut as I left the class told me that I probably just flunked the midterm. Walking beside Arianna, my best friend, as she boasted about how easy all of the questions were, I threw my head back and groaned loudly. She didn't bother hiding her amusement surrounding my teenage anguish. I focused my gaze forward once more to make the end-of-day trek to our neighboring lockers without tripping or walking into anyone. "I probably could've done better if you weren't so busy all the time with your dumb sports and helped me study."

"First of all," Arianna snapped, sending a playful glare, "my extracurricular activities are not dumb. Second of all, you're capable of studying without me. There's this thing called flashcards, you should try them some time."

"What if I just borrow your flashcards next time?" I suggested with a sly grin. Something about the way Arianna Harris designed her flashcards made it so much easier to pass a test after using them to study. Without dignifying my request with a verbal response, Arianna shook her head. I clasped my hands in front of me, begging as I pleaded aloud, "Please! You're not seriously going to let me fail, are you?"

She scoffed. "Hey, if you can't make a simple flashcard, that's on you. Why didn't you just ask Henry for help?"

"Because Henry is stupider than I am, duh."

"More stupid," Arianna quickly corrected with the corners of her mouth twisting up in a cocky smirk as we arrived in front of our row of lockers.

"Shut up," I snapped playfully, leaning back slightly so she could see my glare around her locker door that separated us. We wordlessly focused on entering our combinations and unloading anything we didn't need to take home out of our backpacks.

"So," Arianna drawled as she slammed her locker door shut and tossed the strap of her messenger bag style backpack over her shoulder, "do you think you can come over tonight? I was thinking of doing a movie night. We could invite Bethany and Jesse over, too."

"No can do, friend. Apparently Mom is bringing home a client for dinner tomorrow, and I've been left with the responsibility of cleaning the house." I explained, shutting my locker. I pulled my backpack straps over both shoulders and continued, "The whole house. I'm gonna be dead by the end of the night."

"What about Henry?" She offered, walking with me toward the front of the school even though she had lacrosse practice any minute.

"He works tonight." I elaborated. Mumbling under my breath I added, "Lucky bastard," at the same time that Arianna said,

"That bastard." The two of us share a short glance before bursting into a short fit of giggles. "Maybe I can come over after practice and help you clean."

"You, cleaning?" I gasped, resting a hand on my chest to exaggerate the faux shock otherwise represented in my voice. "Who are you, and what have you done to my best friend?"