Casey's fight

Letting out a grunt Casey rubbed her tired eyes before heading into the kitchen and pulling out a small beer bottle she had hidden before. Although she was still some-what young, around the age of a teenager Casey still sometimes got drunk. She knew that she shouldn't be drinking at her age but she didn't care enough to stop or have the strength too. Opening the beer bottle Casey swiftly began to drink. Drinking was one of the only things that calmed her down. After all, her life wasn't exactly the best. Casey was a troubled kid growing up. She didn't know who her real father was. She only knows that she has a step father named Thornton and that he's a cunt. Her step father is borderline abusive and he's one of the reasons why she started drinking. But that wasn't all. Forcing her thoughts away Casey chugged the rest of the beer bottle before throwing it in the trash and heading to middlebrooks highschool. Casey really didn't know what to think of school. A lot of people didn't like her. Casey didn't exactly blame them. After all she did some stuff that she regretted. Besides from snapping at people and overall acting like an asshole Casey ended up burning a house down after getting pissed off at a Halloween party. The people there blamed her for getting one of the best football players kicked off the team and getting the others benched for the season. Most people just simply ignored Casey, considering her mean, weird and just plain strange. She's known well for her athletics and is very skilled at track. Otherwise most people don't know much about her. Although Casey does know a lot about her classmates. She's very observant, watching her classmates like a hawk looming over prey. She knows a lot about random strangers she has never met before. Which does sound pretty creepy. Casey can admit that. But one of the downsides to spying on her classmates is the constant paranoia Casey has. Casey is a mental wreck after all. She's very paranoid, jumping at the slightest of sounds. This makes her lash out randomly sometimes. Casey is always on edge, waiting for anybody or thing to attack her. After a bit of walking around Casey soon arrived at her school. Ducking her head the girl couldn't help but let out a sigh as she entered her school. Casey didn't dislike school but today she was so tired. Maybe drinking before class was a bad idea… Well, there was nothing Casey could do now but silently suffer, something she was used to doing. As she entered the school Casey glanced around. Luckily, for her not many people were around due to her arriving some-what early. Casey didn't hate people but she wasn't exactly the most social person, being an ambivert. But Casey did like talking to some people and going to parties if liquor was present. As she kept walking through the halls Casey went into the bathroom and sat down for a bit. She felt sick. Not only did she drink today but she also got drunk really badly last night. Getting up Casey proceeded to vomit into the toilet. She wasn't going to be able to get much done today because of how sick and tired she was. After cleaning herself up to the best of her abilities Casey stepped out of the bathroom and headed for her locker. Grabbing the stuff she needed she then began to walk to class as one of the first bells rang. But the girl was barely paying attention while she walked. Soon she walked head first into a boy she never met before. Blinking Casey backed away, tilting her head. She had never seen this kid before. Which was surprising to her since she saw almost everybody. "Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?" The guy demanded, his eyes narrowed into slits. His voice made Want to cover up her ears. It was loud, high-pitched and overall very unpleasant. Forcing herself to speak, Casey sighed, hoping she could get to class without having to fight. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'll be on my way now." As she said that Casey began to walk once more. But the guy grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back which almost made Casey trip and land onto the hardwood floor. "You think you're leaving that easily?" The boy sneered, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You smell like liquor. You're probably too drunk to fight me. Then again you're probably just weak in general." As soon as that kid said that Casey reached into her pocket. She didn't have any weapons on her. After all, she was in school. But she knew that she could find something to use as a weapon if she needed too. Making herself to calm down slightly Casey tried her best not to start a fight. She could probably get expelled if she hurt this kid. But Casey would defend herself if she needed to. "Look, I'm giving you a chance." Casey growled. "Or else." "Or else." The boy mocked in a shrill tone. "Fucking try me." As soon as he said that the guy grabbed the back of Casey's neck and slammed her against the locker. Crowds of people started to swarm around the fighting pair. Casey soon grew paranoid and she began to breathe heavily. She couldn't think anymore. Right now she's like an animal. Her mind is filled with panic. Reaching into her pocket Casey pulled out a long, sharp wooden pencil and then lunged forward. She aimed directly at the boy's chest, shoving the pencil deep inside of him, tearing some of his skin before breaking a part of the pencil off. Grinning, Casey took the broken part of the pencil and stabbed the guy over and over, the boy's scream filling the halls as Attacked him. But soon Casey realized what she was doing and gasped and backed away. Glancing at the boy she saw blood dripping all over him, landing onto the ground and forming a small puddle. Luckily, the wounds alone weren't going to kill him. Well, unless he got lead poisoning. Shocked and not knowing what to do, Casey began to run, tears dripping down her cheeks. Casey was just like her step father, a cruel, bloodthirsty monster.