Cassey
Hey, Im Cassey Adams and Im 16. I like animals, music, skateboarding and well...not alot.Blake
Ello mate. Like my accent? Im Blake. I am a 16 year old boy. I like skatboarding.Other characters
There will be more characters introduced in the story later Ramona- Fortune teller Melissa- Cassey's mom Lauren- Blake's mom Jim- Blakes dad Braun- Cassey's dad
Chapter 1
I'm just sitting on a bench at the dock in my new town when a boy I didn't even look at sits down next to me. I'm listening to my Ipod but I still hear "AH! Are you new?" I look up and and see a large older women in a purple robe type dress infront of me.I take me ears puds out and look at her "What a silly question. Right? OF COURSE your new. I have never seen a sole like yours...so beaten and broken..." At that I get up and walk away. I don't mean to be rude but I don't want to hear the condition my sole is in by some stranger. I walk over to a mini shop and stand leaning on the wall. "Hi" I hear and look to my side to see a bot about my age. I give him a little wave. "So Ramona, that lady that you probably consider crazy, wanted me to tell you that she want to see you again." "Why didnt she tell me?" I ask "She said she had to get back and she knew I would see you again." "And what if you didn't" I answer. He seems to think and finally answers "Ramona is always right" I get off the wall and stand in front of the boy. "Well, in that case, I'll see you later" and I walk away to my new house. "I didn't really meant it" I say to my new neighbor, Blake "Like I said, Ramona is always right." When my mom and I moved here we did because her friend owned a house. Her friend lived here but I knew only that.. Turns out she is also out new neighbor and her son is the boy from the dock, who's name I learned, is Blake.
Celeste Brown: 18 (treys girlfriend) Christoper Brown: 18 Maya delenciano: 18 Other important characters will be introduced soon Well here goes nothing wish me luck lol!
, but my bed is a king size. I'm kind of childish, but not really. I walked into my
. I played searched for a while, trying to find the perfect outfit, for the world seeing me for the first time. I knew there was going to be paparazzi everywhere. I finally picked the
. Smiling at my choice, I walked to my bathroom, flipping on the radio, and lights. I turned on the shower, and stepped in. The warmth of the water sending a tingling sensation through out my tiny body. I smiled, and closed my eyes, tilting my head back, to soak my hair. I quickly massaged in my shampoo. Rinsing it out quickly, then flipping cause it got un my eyes. I washed out my eye, hoping the burning would stop, but it didn't. It wasn't agonizing pain, so i bared it. I rubbed conditioner in, and washed my body. I rinsed and stepped out, grabbing my towel, and wrapping it around me. I tip-toed back to my room, as my dad's song came on. I giggled, and sang along. "The DJ gotta us falling in love again." I sang dancing, in my room. I quickly changed, and walked over to my vanity mirror. I started on my make up, and then blow dried my 
. I pulled it up, not really wanting to mess with it. I put a black bow into it. I smiled once more, grabbing my purse, and phone from the table. I popped a piece of gum into my mouth, and chewed on it. I strutted down the stairs, and met my family. They smiled, and dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I smiled, and walked out of the house, with the boys while dad got the keys to the van. Yeah, we're that pimp. Ha! I buckled the boys in the car seats, and climbed into the front. I watched as dad locked the door to the house, and walked over to us. He climbed in, and started the car. I turned the radio, to CD and played Ludacris. My dad laughed. causing me to smile, and slide my sun glasses onto my face, because the sun was in my eyes. We pulled out, and drove. "Hey dad, can we stop at starbucks?' I asked sweetly. He smiled, and nodded. The song turned to sexting. I changed it quickly. It was inappropriate for my brothers. I changed it to Beyonce, and listened as her voice filled the car. I watched in the rearview mirror, as my brother danced. Usher hit himself in the face. I busted out laughing, and turned around. "Awh, baby, are you okay?" I asked reaching back. Dad, pulled into Starbucks. "What happen?" He asked concerned as he pulled through the drive thru. "Usher, hit himself in the face, dancing." I answered, searching Usher for any sign of pain but he was laughing. I heard my dad chuckle, then the speaker, made its static noise, and my father looked at me. "Vanilla bean cappuccino, with 2 packets of splenda." He nodded, and ordered. Usher started dancing again, I rolled my eyes. "Don't hurt yourself little man." He smiled, and nodded. I turned in my seat, as we pulled up to the window. I smiled, at the guy who handed my dad the drinks. "Usher is this your nanny for the boys or something?" He asked, I raised my eyebrows. Everyone here knows my dad? Not like that, but like there cool with him. My dad chuckled. "Nah, this is my daughter." I waved slightly, smiling. Dad handed me my cappuccino. The boy stared at me, so I stuck my tongue out, making him feel creeped out. The window rolled up, and we drove to the studio. I don't think it was that far. We quickly got there, and as I predicted the paparazzi, were every where. I smiled slightly, and stepped out of the car. I walked to the back, and slid open one of the doors, while dad got the other one. I picked up Usher, and dad got Naiyd. I smiled, as Usher started whispering random things into my ear. Most of them not making sense. I met dad at the front of the van. He tossed me the keys, and I placed them into my purse. Usher played with the part of my hair that hung around my face. Making me giggle. Paparazzi started firing questions, like. "Who is that Usher?" "Is that a nanny or something?" so on and so on. Do I seriously look like a nanny. I don't think so. Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder's and answered at the questions with on phrase. "She's my daughter." The paparazzi shut up, and flashes exploded. I giggled, and smiled. Usher started to squirm from the bright lights. I hid his face, in my hair shoulder, and followed dad to the doors. We walked in, and the receptionist greeted him. "Hello Mr. Raymond, floor 5, studio 54-B" He nodded and she smiled at me. I returned it, and walked with my dad to the elevator. He pressed the button with the bold '5' on it. The elevator started moving. "Dad do I look like a nanny?" I asked, and he couldn't control his laughter. "No, princess, chill." I let out a sigh and leaned up against the wall. The most annoying ding rang through my ears, and i stood straight as my dad sat Naiyd on his feet. 