#casey oliver

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“And then a great explosion happened and they all died!” - Elliot

“Dad that was kind of morbid.” - Casey

“OH, Elliot.” - Raina

“I dug it, Mr. Oliver.” - Milo

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Meanwhile, back at the Oliver household…

Casey came home from school in a very bad mood.

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Hey, look who came home from school with Milo!

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Aww, Casey looks so cute in her Day of the Dead outfit! The game selected her to be a Celebrant that I had Miguel talk into giving him another sugar skull. ;)

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I don't even remember what place i was in anyways

                                                 Casey

                                   You are now the book lady

   There is a lovely lady standing in her bedroom. Who is she, I mean you? Today is the day you will be named, and you get the feeling that……oh, your name is Casey Oliver you say, and today is very special? I guess you’re very excited then. You have many interests including reading ‘B00KS’. You also like ARCHITECTURE, and are so daum good, you made a BOOK FORTRESS. You also like to stay up late and take a lot of SUGAR-PACKED ICE TEA to keep you awake, and you love to make CRAFTS, even though you have enough random shit. Also, you love to read about mythical creatures such as GRYPHONS, GODROCKS, and WITCHES. You pick up your backpack and search through all the things. You always keep a history, fantasy, and biology book, an EXTRA SWEATER (you love the ones that are like 5 times your actual size), a backup pair of earbuds, and a purple cat plushie WHEN YOU NEED TO KAWAII. You also keep a ton of COOKIES for when you are too lazy to get up and get food. You are very excited because a new game called SBURB is coming out today, and it’s an immersive game that you have been excited about for week now.

   Ok, let’s be honest, its 12 pm and you are still in bed. In fact, you are sound asleep, snoring up a storm.

   You wake up to the sound of multiple alerts from your cell phone across your book-scattered room. Slowly, you scramble out of bed, and slip on your lamb slippers, and put on a black and yellow sweater, because geez is it cold up here.

   As you shuffle across your room, you realize how late it is, then you start to actually walk to your dresser to pick something out for the day. After about 5 minutes, you decide on a turquoise blue sweater, cargo shorts, and a pair of yellow high-tops with pink laces with a cyan cat on the side.

   You drowsily walk down the stairs to your living room/kitchen. Once you make it down, you look around your superbly cleaned house, man your aunt cleans too much. As you look around the room, you see the multiple pictures of yourself in random places. There is one where you are in the park, your auntie pushing you on the swingset.

   Strategically, you walk to the kitchen, trying not to run into your Auntie. You love her to death, but she can be a bit annoying and nit-picky. As you think you are safe, you see a shadow, and with nothing within range to hide by, you are screwed. You try not to mind her that much as you try to get some of your favorite cereal, but sadly that fails and you have to mind her endless bugging about your hair and "totally radical" fashion choice. So, you stand in your kitchen, listening to your Auntie’s constant bickering, nibbling on your cereal.

   You are not able to run, you have to stay in her presence, or she will chase you. Once she’s run out of things to talk about, which doesn’t take too long, about a half an hour,(yes apparently that is short)you run back to your room, trying not to spill the rest of the cereal. After you close the door, you admire your ‘neat’ room. A very quaint and cozy corner of your room filled with multiple colors and sizes of pillows and blankets, with the usual scattered book lying around is where you usually hang out. And your hunk of technology, your laptop covered with various stickers and other odds and ends you could tape on, is always on you AT ALL COSTS.

   Actually, you have it in your flashcard sylladex. You captchalogue your cereal and put in a question, which you have to answer later to get it back. You put in the obvious question: Yes or no, do light years measure time, and at the same time answer another question to receive your laptop. Once you are on, you sit down and finally answer your chums.

                       ====> Answer Chums.

((elisa here. i fixed your formatting. i think maybe copy pasting from word might fuck up the format for this stuff, which does not work the same way as tumblr formatting))

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Brennan and Booth should have investigated the Casey Anthony case, then there might have been enough evidence to actually convict her.

Just sayin'.