So, this is a story I've had floating around in my head for a while. It's definitely Bori, and some Candre, or maybe it's At.
No, it's Candre.
So here goes nothing- and whether you like it or not, I'm going to write this until it's at least 10 chapters.
So if you're looking for a normal peaceful story where Tori and Beck skip through flowers while Jade let's go and moves on to Robbie, leave now. Because I'm telling you ahead of time- someone dies. Okay, so maybe they don't get like, brutally murdered, but they still die.
I solemnly swear to update every week.
And I know Jade doesn't have sisters, but she does now because I want her to, okay?
Disclaimer- If I owned Victorious, there would be so much Bori your heads would explode, and Cat and Andre would be married. So, obviously, I don't own it. Dur.
A soft light that broke through the window and through the curtains of Jade West's bedroom was the first thing to wake her up, followed by her mother screeching from downstairs and her 3 little sisters all simultaneously running down the hall giggling.
Then, Grace Potter& The Nocturnals blasted on the radio. After that, her boyfriend called. And finally, her entire family came in to do their best to wake her up- by screaming at various times, ripping her covers off, and threats to cut her hair off.
This wasn't a daily thing- she was usually the first one up, and was usually out the door by 7:00. Hey, the longer she was away from her psychotically un-cool and totally un-Jade like, the better.
Her mother was a neat-freak who cried if there was a speck of dust on her cat statues and who dusted the trash cans outside. She constantly battled with the neighbors about their trash cans being a 'dirty, disgusting mess.' She didn't really get the point of 'trash' cans.
Jade slowly pried herself away from the bed. Her youngest sister, Jessica, giggled at the way she was dressed- bright pink skinny jeans, leather jacket, white sequined shirt, left foot sporting a spiked 3 inch heel hooker boot, the other a purple-plaid ballet flat.
Jade snorted and pushed Jessica out of the way. Out of all her sisters, she disliked Jessica the most. She was a miniature Tori Vega- not to mention she idolized Tori, who she had seen perform at the Big Showcase. She wanted to do everything like her- she was always asking Jade questions about her and demanding Jade be friends with her.
One of the many reasons Jade wasn't friends with Tori.
She grabbed some decent clothes from her closet and threw them on her bed. Her second-to-youngest-sister, Jackie, picked up some black pumps from the floor and gave them to Jade to wear. Jackie was okay- she didn't argue with Jade much, and she had never mentioned Tori. As long as it stayed that way, Jackie was fine in Jade's book.
Jade pushed her sister out of her room and quickly got changed. She threw on extra amounts of deodorant and perfume to hide the fact she hadn't had time to shower this morning.
She finally took a good look at herself in the mirror. She had puffy dark bags under her eyes and scar on her chin, along with smudged makeup and 2 tattoos she hadn't had before last night. And let's not forget the clothes she was wearing when she woke up- she didn't even bother to put on pajamas!
What happened last night?