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Casey's POV ««

"CASEY! WAKE UP!" The voice filled the room, interrupting my slumber. I groaned, "No" before pulling the covers over my head.

The bed dipped right next to me, "Casey!" the voice groaned.

"Go away!" I yelled, the person started bouncing on the bed. I groaned. "I'm Up!!!" I yelled. I yawned, pushing the covers off me and rubbing my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight. I sat up, looking at Luke with a big smile on his face.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, "You woke me up just to ask a question!?" I claimed."Please?" he pouted, his blue eyes big, sparkling.

"Fine, whatever." I shrugged. "Where is mum from?" He asked, "Uhm, London.. I'm guessing. She never exactly told us" I replied, getting up and walking over to my closet. "Really?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure, considering she has the accent" I say, picking out a plain white t shirt and light acid washed skinnies. "Uhm, Thanks!" he yelled walking out my room. Why did he all the sudden bring that up? I mean, i've always wondered that aswell. We both had a little accent in us, but mostly an American accent. I'll have to ask my mum about more information on this. I shrugged it off, walking over to the bathroom, stripping my pajamas off and putting on my underwear and bra. I then put my skinny jeans on and shirt. I tied my hair into a messy high ponytail afterwards, not even brushing it, because of how lazy I am today. I pulled some strands of hair out, to shape my face a bit and make it look more messy.

I washed my face, and brushed my teeth. I put some mascara, and sprayed perfume on my wrists, behind my ears, and neck.

I slipped my glasses on and walked out the bathroom and went over to my closet getting a pair of ankle socks and my black vans. I slipped them on, and got a cream coloured cardi.

I got my phone and put it in my back pocket and got my purse. I went downstairs, and greeted my mum.

"Morning Mom.. Or uhm, Mum.." I said awkwardly, setting my purse on the table. My mom sighed, "Morning Casey.." She said and took a seat infront of me, handing me a plate of toast.

I took a bite of it and walked over to the fridge and got a bottle of water and taking a sip out of it and walking back to the table. "Can I ask you something?" I asked. She nodded. "Where are you from?" I asked, "it's not important" she answers. "It's important to me, though" I reply. "You don't have to know" she said. "I think I have the right to know where my mom is from, and why can't I just know? Is it so hard to say where you're from? I mean.. It's easy for me! I'm Casey, and i'm from California" I shouted. She shook her head. "London" she said, softly. "See, That wasn't so hard, now was it?" I said. "You're not from California" She said, stern.

"Oh.. Um, okay." I replied. "Then, where am I from... You know, for a mum you don't exactly tell Luke and I the things we should know..." I claimed. She sighed again. "And why am I all the sudden getting a freaking accent!? it's confusing me! this is such a pain in the arse.. I mean ass.. Or uhm.. I mean bum.. No! I mean butt- Ugh!" I complained.

My mum just laughed. "Sweetie, you're from London aswell. Along with Luke" She said. "Really!?" I asked, "Whoa, Mum! I mean, mom did you hear that!? I sounded so damn different when I said really... See! it happened again!" I said, amused by myself.

This is so weird, I love it! Mum laughed again. "Yes, I heard it. But the only reason you have an American accent is because when you were a baby we kinda.. Moved here. And as you grew, you got hooked on to the American accent" she said, informing me.

I nodded, "Well, thanks! I'm gonna go get Luke and head to school, okay?" I asked. "Okay." She smiled. (OMG, they pulled a Hazel and Agustus) I grabbed my bag, and hung it on my shoulder walking over to where my keys are. I got my keys and called Luke's name. Seconds later he came running down the steps.