Judging Books by Their Covers

Chapter 1

First Chapter whoop whoop!  I hope you like this and yah, comment and vote etc etc. Picture on the side is Casey :)  Of course the pictures are not mine unless said otherwise! 

Chapter 1:

When all your life you've always known everything to be picture perfect and you've always expected everything to be perfect, when things go awry it's like a slap in your face. My last two years in high school was that said slap in your face.  The last two years I've learned that you should never expect perfect, you should never let yourself be truly happy and think that nothing could ever go wrong.  Why? Because there's always a chance that things can go wrong.

 

Everything went wrong for me, I was that lucky person who went the through something traumatic and the only good it did was cause me to lose some friends. That taught me that people suck and they shouldn't be trusted.  So originally when I was a freshman I wanted to either have or go to a graduation party for when my classmates and I finally made it through high school.  That didn't happen today.  Sure I was happy to walk across that stage and basically grab my fresh start from the principals hands.   Of course my parents had been crying and I didn't blame them, I was their only child.  We had gone home and my mom found it a little upsetting I had no one to celebrate with. I mean don't get me wrong I did have friends, we just weren't close enough. My mother was even disappointed when I had said that I didn't want to see Jesse, my best friend since forever who goes to my high schools rival.

 

"Casey! Are you done packing yet?" Mom called from downstairs. Packing? For what?  I curiously walked down my carpeted staircase to see my mother sitting at the counter checking her phone.

 

"What I am I packing for?" I asked confused. My moms eyes bulged in utter shock as if I were actually supposed to know where we were going.

 

"You celebratory graduation road trip, the one we have been planning since the beginning of the year, I told you to start packing last week!" She told me as if she were talking to an idiot, which at times I was.

 

"Oh. You never reminded me of that," I countered thinking back to last week trying to grasp what has gone on.

 

"Yes Casey I did, on Monday at seven o'clock at dinner, we had tacos." She crossed her arms amused.

 

"Ohh, yeaaa, I remember that...."  I gave her a guilty smile.

 

"Go pack, just bring as many clothes as you can fit in your suitcase." She chuckled slightly.  I nodded and headed up the stairs and into my room.  

 

When my mom said to bring as many clothes I could fit into my suitcase I knew she meant my big one which meant I could fit my whole closet into. And I have a little over the average amount of t-shirts. Well actually maybe just a little more than little. Who am I kidding I have way too many t-shirts.  And my suitcase could probably fit two small children around the age of four. Not that I've put two small children in my suitcase.

 

I then remembered faintly my mother telling me that we would be going on this trip with their high-school friends. So when I finished transferring my wardrobe into my suitcase I went into my parents room to ask them.