Monday

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Casey's PoV

Three words. I Hate School.

Today I have to go to school and I don't think I can stand the sight of my father. He's never approved of a boyfriend, and I don't know if he ever will.

As I get out of bed I look at the clock and see that it's 9:45. Oh, God I'm gonna be late for school.

I rush to my closet and pull out a pair of white skinny jeans with a Japanese flag on them, the ankle of the jeans say 'I think I'm turning Japanese' which after I bought them I learned that was lyrics to a song. I put on A red shirt and pulled my White vans on.

I know not the best fashion choices, but I was in a hurry.

I scrambled down stairs and saw my dad on the couch, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

His expression turned cold and he said, "You were sleeping?"

What was wrong with that, "What,"

I thought for a moment before finishing my sentence, "did you expect me to stay up all night? I mean sleeping is amazing, so relaxing."

He didn't answer, he just looked back down at the book he was reading. He is a book-aholic

(A/N

And obviously you are too.)

I ran out of the house and almost tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. School was only 5 minutes away from my house, if I ran. So, I ran as fast as I could. A car almost hit me. Boy, I sure am having a lot of 'almosts' today.

Little did I know that today would almost be the best day of my life.

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