Casey had been around alcohol for as long as she could remember. Her childhood had been spent in smoke-filled houses. She had promised herself as she grew up that she would never succumb to those pitiful things. She wanted to be better than her parents. She would move out, start a family, and get a nice job in a law firm somewhere. If only destiny was as kind.
Besides being a chain smoker, her mother was an abusive alcoholic often flying off at her for nothing at all. Her father wasn’t much better, often staying out with friends at night-clubs and street corners, injecting or snorting, or whatever it was he was doing that night. She had a few close friends who were always there for her, and she could talk about everything with them. Her best friend was Miranda, and the two promised that no matter what, they would be best friends. When they were eight, they made a blood pact that they would never smoke or drink or do any drugs like Casey's parents did.
It was during high school when her life fell apart. Her father got a new job as an insurance salesman, so her family had to move. She was taken away from her good friends to a new place. As she waved out of that rear window, the cool, clear drops of rain trickled down the windows, just like the tears that were falling freely down her cheeks. She knew then that the good days were over and gone forever.
Casey's new school was a rundown old dump. The dark blue walls were peeling, exposing the rust colored paint underneath. She wondered who would ever go to such a place. The teachers were vindictive, the buildings worn, and even the sky above always seemed to be a dark, eerie black color. Her classes were awful and difficult, and her teachers didn’t help at all. She smiled to the people in her classes, but they just scowled at her and joined their other friends to talk about her. She felt their eyes upon her as she walked past them and heard the cynical, sarcastic jeers that they said in murmured whispers as she tried to find her classroom. Some even had the nerve to say appalling things to her face. Twice they had told her that the classrooms had changed, so she had scurried over to room D4 to find that there was no such place.... more »