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✰ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
August 1997
I planned to forgive Anna in the next 45 minutes — right after homeroom ended.
Let it be made clear that I was not a petty person.
Also let it be made clear that the above statement is a lie, I can hold a grudge— really well.
But this particular time I was ready to forgive Anna the first chance she apologizes because I couldn't stand to not talk about the horrible day I was having.
I, Casey Castellan live off academic validation. From teachers, parents of other students and of course the students. I like it when people say 'oh you have Casey is your class? Man, you have no chance of coming first.' I also really like it when people fear me because of how great I am.
Not to sound totally egotistical but people can be really stupid.
So when today, on my first day of high school— I haven't yet made any of my teachers see me as a student with extraordinary talent, and the students haven't viewed me as an academic rival and I wasn't even able to get into the school newsletter committee or whatever they're calling themselves because it is 'only for Sophmores and above' like what kind of rule is that?!
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But you will not believe who I just talked to!" Ana comes up behind me in a school uniform, that traitor.
"I'm sure you're going to tell me." I could pretend to be mad at Ana but really she was the only person who could ever make me forget I'm mad in the first place.
"You know Gabe?" She waits for me to say something like I should know this. Like this is common information and that it is not the first day of school today.
"Gabe in my literature class?" I ask like I know who this person is she's talking about. I'm putting my books back in the locker when I see Voldemort walking towards me.
He seemed like the kind of person who had such a hard grasp on reality that he was basically living in his own world.
Ana rolled her eyes. "No. Not Gabe in your literature class." She said with that look she gets when she's impatient. And just to annoy her, for the sole purpose of torture I continued this conversation.
