Author's note- Hey! Someone help me with a title! Please! Put your opinion in your review! * Hint* this is about someone (that I made up) who has a hard life, and this is her story. I hoe you like it!
Casey sat down on her bed and sighed. "Why does life have to be so hard? I mean, for god's sake, I'm 16 and have never had a boyfriend! I can't get along with anyone, and I'm not popular. What went wrong?" she thought out loud.
"Casey, I'm going out with Billy!" her mom said as she looked in through the doorway.
"Billy this and Billy that…" Casey said under her breath.
"What was that, young lady?"
"I said, all you talk about is 'Billy this, Billy that, oh, Billy wouldn't like that, his kids are angels, you should be more like them…' I don't really care mom." She said, rolling her eyes.
"You should like Billy, he likes you so. And, you should be more like Joanne. She is a straight A student and—"
"That's it right there mom! I don't care! That's not me! Why won't you accept me as I am? I'm not going to change for your 'sweet honey'! I like who I am, and maybe I don't get straight A's, or am a goody-toe shoe, but I'm your daughter. I'm what I want to be, not what you couldn't be when you were my age! And, mom, for your information, I hate Billy's guts. He is a sorry excuse for a human being, and I'm pretty sure he hates me too." She said, standing up.
"Young lady, I will not have you talk about him or his child that way! He doesn't deserve it! You would hurt his feelings! Remember, his mom just died."
"I don't really care if I hurt his feelings! You don't seem to care about mine! What do you think I think about this all? Have you ever asked me? It's only been a year since dad died, and you're already dating a self-centered son of a bitch!" Casey screamed as her mother ran out the door.
"God, I hate his guts…I don't think I could hate a person more than him…" Casey said as she walked to turn on the television.
"Boring…boring…boring…I'm hungry…I wonder what I can fix and not kill myself." She mumbled, and the phone rang.
"Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Hello, Casey, my favorite sister in the world." Her 23 year old brother said.
"Jon!" I'm so happy to hear you!" she yelled into the receiver.
"Calm down hard charger!" the reply was. Jon and Casey had a tight relationship since their father's death. They both looked like there father, tall, skinny, brown hair, black eyes, and a neatly chiseled faces. They talked for about an hour, and they said goodbye at about 8:30 p.m. The phone rang again.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hello? Miss Wood? This is the State Police." Came a man's husky voice.
"Hello…whats wrong?" she questioned.
"We are sorry to inform you, but your mother and her passenger have been in a fatal, head-on collision…."