The Larson family... No doubt the most influential family in California. A family of really important people. The mayor, District attorney, owner of a really successful company, lawyers... This family seems to have it all.
Casey, an insanely handsome jock, with a killer smile, well toned muscular body and regrettably really beautiful eyes... Surely he's as good as he seems...
NOT!
Being the Mayor's nephew gives him an edge... An advantage over everybody else. He's favoured by teachers, admired by his peers, loved by his family... Well most of his family. Casey has it all!
He can do whatever he wants in that school and get away with it. All he has to do is flash the principal his million dollar smile and he's off the hook. They all fall for it. Even I almost fell for it.
But behind that charming smile and beautiful eyes... Behind that strong charismatic personality... Behind that innocent angelic face, lies a monster!
Casey McKay Larson... Envied by all, adored by most... He just can't seem to reciprocate the love people send his way. The only person this devilish guy shows affection to is his cousin, the mayor's daughter, Connie.
Their relationship is actually admireable. Those two are basically unbreakable. One might even confuse them for a couple. They just get along that well.
Casey would even kill for her... And she'd risk her life for him.Unfortunately, not everyone is fortunate enough to experience 'Angel Casey mode' like Connie is... And I, Sarah Blanche Vance, am one of those unfortunate people. In fact, I'm the ultimate unfortunate person,because Casey has never really treated me like a human being, or even shown me an ounce of compassion.
The compassion part, I'm not really complaining... I can live without his compassion,but I definitely cannot live with him bullying and torturing me everytime he feels like it. That life SUCKS!
It sucks that I have to be the one to deal with the arrogant-devil Casey all the time. One can't even imagine that we were once childhood friends. I've even been to several sleepovers at their place... And yet, that doesn't make me any different from a total stranger he's met on the streets. If anything, he seems to hate me more and more with each passing day, and he doesn't miss a chance to remind me everytime we cross paths.
Why do I have to be so unlucky, and why does Casey have to treat me like I'm inferior to him, like don't belong here, like I don't deserve to breathe the same air he does? I'm simply a pest in his life, a thorn in his side, some kind of leprosy he wants to get rid of.
I don't get why he despises me so much. Why he can't be as sweet and understanding and gentle and kind like Connie is. But I guess the two of them took after their fathers. Not that I'm saying Casey's dad us horrible and Connie's father is an angel, actually, I think that's exactly what I'm saying, but I'm not saying it out loud.
Upto now, I still don't get where I went wrong... What I did to Casey to earn such hated from him. But I suppose it must have been something really awful... I just don't remember what... Maybe I hit my head hard and lost my memory?
Ever since we were little, since that fateful 'accident', Casey has made it his top priority to bully me... Make my life a living hell ...make sure I have no peace. I mean, he pushed me down the stairs for God's sake! Did he really intend on killing me?
I have tried everything in my power to stay far away from him. But it's pretty much useless when he keeps on looking for meat school just to make fun of me.
And if that's not enough, Connie has the tendency of inviting me over at her place for sleepovers. And Casey basically lived there, and he really hates it when I spend the night.
My life has never really been easy. And everyday, I simply ask myself if it's all worth it... If all this pain and suffering is worth it. Will the pain ever end? Or should I take it upon my hands to end it myself.
Cause everyone has a breaking point... And I think I've extended mine for way too long!
Sarah'sP.O.V... The bell rang and one could easily hear the excited screams coming from outside. Mr. Lennard's voice was easily drown by everyone in class as they all gathered their stuff. It was finally the beginning of our summer vacation, and nobody was in the mood to listen to what Mr. Lennard was actually blabbering about. I'm glad he realized it, cause he simply rolled his eyes and left the classroom. I tried as fast as I could to stash away all my books in my bag. But the faster I tried to put them away, the faster they fell and scattered on the floor. With my trembling hands, I could hardly grip anything... I felt pathetic... This is pathetic. Argh! Why do I have to be so fearful of them? God I hate myself for feeling this way! This was taking me longer than I had anticipated. But I bet I'd be done with this already if only these dumb book
a few weeks later... Sarah. It's been around three weeks since we closed school... Or was it Four? I'm not really sure anymore. All I know is that unfortunately, school resumes in two days. Which is a bummer cause I'm still wearing a cast from what casey and his jerky friends did to me. Those idiots broke my arm. When they realized my arm was injured, they took advantage of the situation and directed all blows to my already injured arm. So here I am, badly hurt, nursing my aching arm, all because of them... And they don't give a damn! Though I guess I'm kinda happy that I have this injury, because thanks to my cast, I don't wash dishes at the restaurant I work at. I'm simply given the 'not-so-complicated' tasks... Serving tables. As long as the trays aren't heavy, I can manage it. The doctor said they're going to t
Connie. *13 years ago *I quickly ran up the stairs with Sarah trailing behind me, and all the way, she kept on giggling. “Sarah, you're going to get us caught!” “Sorry,” she whispered and giggled again. I had no idea what she found so funny, but clearly she wasn't getting the whole concept of hiding. “8...9...10! Ready or not, here I come!” Casey finished counting. Well that's just great! I haven't even found a hiding spot yet. I got to the very top of the staircase, and I simply opted to hide in the hallways.. In plain sight! Pretending to be a lamp... They do that in cartoons and it works! Casey would never suspect it. It was the last place he would look... Probably because I was hiding
I stretched my hands towards the bedside table, simply feeling around for my ringing phone. Whoever was calling me at this time of the night had better have a good explanation... Like, they're being chased by a serial killer or their house is on fire. Cause if it's not, I'm going to strangle whoever is on the other line! I finally grabbed my phone and answered it without even bothering to check who the caller was. "To call me at this time... Whatever this time is... This had better be important!" I whisper yelled through the phone. The last thing I needed was to wake up the entire house. "It's only one fifteen," Brian's voice rang through the phone. Argh!
Brian. “Call her again!” Casey yelled at me for like the millionth time. “I already told you, she's not answerin___” “Call her again!” If only Casey knew how annoying he is when drank. So annoying I felt like literally drowning him in his drink.But I just did what he asked. I called Connie again, and just like the last seven times, she didn't pick up. “Nothing... Again! And don't make me call her again cause I won't, ” “I'm not going to wait for her anymore!” “What, you're going to walk all the time their place?”
Hey everyone,Love here, This isn't a story update. I just simply saw the need to apologize after not updating my book for like...months? My deepest and sincerest apologies. I just had a lot on my plate. Trying to balance school and my writing career is kinda hard... but I think now I'm getting the hang of it. On Tuesday, I'll release five more chapters, and two more on Thursday. Afterwards, well, its Christmas, so I'll go on a break. My next update will probably be after new year...like on third or something. I'll try... keyward...try, to to write like two chapters more before I leave for boarding school on 4th of January. I'm really sorry about this guys...from the bottom of my heart. And if you're reading this, then thank you so much for your support... and patience with me. You have every right to be mad at me... and I'm not going to give excuses... I'm sincerely sorry. And I hope that you...my dear reader, will find
Connie. After what happened last night, I couldn't get a wink of sleep. The images of yesterday's events just kept on playing over and over in my head... Tormenting me... Not allowing me to get even an ounce of sleep. I felt... Ashamed, and mad at myself. All the self defense classes I took didn't help me at all. I almost got abused, I got beaten up, and I couldn't do anything about it.I tried, but I was more scared of hurting him than I was of him hurting me! For the first time, I was actually envious of the drunk state Casey was in. I mean sure, he'll wake up with one hell of a hangover, but at least he managed to get some sleep in the first place... A lot of it actually. I spent the entire
Sarah.I stood up as Casey was entering the living room, but Connie held my arm firmly but gently, pulling me to sit back down.“I know you don't get along with Cee,” she whispered softly in my ear, “And you don't have to... But can't you at least finish what's on your plate first before leaving?”“I really have to get going. I'll be late to___”“Relax Sarah... He wouldn't try anything stupid when I'm here... At least just finish the juice first, then you can leave,”She was right. I don't think Casey would attempt to hurt me when Connie is around... He wouldn't dare... Would he?
~*Sarah*~"This is my favorite part of the school," Kenzie stated as she led the group into the gym, "It's where my cheerleading career began. It also happens to be where I was crowned homecoming queen,""Hold on a sec," Natalya interrupted Kenzie for the eighth time... Yes! I've been counting! "I thought this was a tour of the school, not your life story,"Something tells me that Natalya isn't exactly fond of Kenzie... And the feeling seems mutual. The two have been bickering with each other since the tour began."Come on Nat, let the girl share her accomplishments," a guy, who I earlier found out was Natalya's boyfriend, Raymond, stated."We aren't interested in her 'accomplishments'___""Speak for yourself! I wanna hear them all," a guy commented."If you don't want my tour, feel free to hang at the back with Sarah,""Even death by decapitation sounds better than having to listen to you,""That won't be much of a problem... I happen to know a guy___""Hey! Can we check out the cafe
SarahHere I am with a shovel in my hand, in a cemetery, digging my own grave!Okay fine, greatly exaggerated.But I may as well be doing that with the decision I'm about to make. I'll probably be dead by the end of the day. I wasn't at all certain about it... But come on, when have I really been certain about anything in my life? One thing I was slightly certain about though was that I was making a huge mistake being here. And I made a huge mistake agreeing to be a tour guide in Rory's little suicidal tour group. I still had a voice at the back of my head telling me it's a terrible idea. Casey warned me to stay away from Connie... But here I am, at the parking lot with Rory, about to begin this tour.I was freaking out, for different reasons of course. It was enough that I had to be social for God-knows how long. Add the fact that I had to do this with Kenzie. This tour might basically be the last thing I do before my life comes to an end. I heard Rory mention something about Crown
Sarah.Staying away from Connie can't be that hard right? Except it's Connie we're talking about. Even if I was to stay away from her, there is no reassurance that she'll do the same.As I walked from my final class of the day, towards my locker, I heard my name being called from behind me. I looked behind but saw no one... at least nobody who would call me.Though cometo think of it, who really would?It's one of the perks of being friendless, who get to happily live without people calling your name! But when I felt someone tap on my shoulder, I knew it was more than just my imagination."What, are you ignoring me now?" said the cheerful voice I'd basically recognize anywhere.
Sarah.So that's it. I guess the decision is basically final. And there's nothing that can be done about it. I guess all I can do is hope and pray that Connie isn't one of the twenty six Crown students that are coming to Berry. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that she goes to 'Hearst' or something... just not here!Since the dismissal of the assembly, 'Crown students coming to Berry' is all everyone is talking about.Some people were actually excited... the school band most especially. It's a fact that the Crown Lake Academy's school band is pretty talented. Their music is to die for... and I'm not kidding. The school band is miraculously taking their arrival extremely positively.Others on the other ha
Sarah.I am so not psyched about this whole back to school thing... and that should really say something considering I'm the biggest nerd at school. School is my happy place... my safe haven. Or it was, before Casey came along and spoilt everything. He has been doing everything in his power to ruin my life ever since he transferred here... and so far, he's basically been successful.And now I'm here at the school gym, as is everybody else, waiting for the principal's announcements. They said it was 'super important'... a 'life-changing' announcement. Nobody seems to have a clue as to what he was talking about, but I guess that was why we were all here.A paper ball landed on my head, and I heard a few laughters from behi
Casey Connie nervously paced outside the restaurant. We could all see her from where we sat. This is the twenty second phone call since she was informed about the fire at their school. And I'm not kidding, I've been counting! I saw her frustratedly grab her hair, but when she saw me watching her, she simply shot me a small smile, then turned the other way so I couldn't see her expression. Natalya, being the drama queen that she's always been, hasn't stopped crying. I've always known she was emotional, just not to this extent. No offense, but it was almost annoying. This was the exact reason I avoid hanging out with her most of the time. Mike has been completely quiet the entire time. Just like me,
Connie."Its you?!"I looked up at him. The all too familiar black hair, only a bit messier casually rested on his forehead. He had no shirt on... Which made me wonder if this might maybe be a friend thing between him and Casey...Waitaminute...Wrongquestionanddefinitelyatthewrongtime."Mike." I remembered his mame from last night when Brian called him, "What are you doing here?""I live here?" he chuckled, weirdly finding this hilarious.
Connie. “So Sarah, I had a brilliant ide___” she rushed right past me, ignoring my callings and not even looking back at me. “Sarah? Sarah! Sarah wait... Up,” I heard the door bang, and I guess that was it... She was out of the house. I was about to follow her but... “Just let her go Bee, she wants to be alone right now,” Casey said from the dining table,eating his cake with absolutely no care in the world.This hasCaseywritten all over it.“What have you done to Sarah this time?” I stood opposite him, behind one of the seats. “What have I done? I haven't done anything, ” he tried to put on an innocent face, but I know him better than that. I know he's done something or said som
Sarah.Well this is just great! Now I'm left here alone with Casey. Not the best or most comfortable situations... Trust me!The air was tense, very much so, I felt suffocated. And I could have sworn I constantly felt Casey's eyes on me... Watching me... And sure enough, when I sneaked a sideway glance at him, I caught him staring.Now I'm not good at reading people, but I'm pretty sure he looked really mad right now! So I went back to staring at my plate... Anything to avoid direct eye contact with him.“I have no idea why you keep on coming here,” he said in an unusually calm and collected tone...The calm before the storm.