Hello There :) Lately I've just been creeping around, spending all my spare time reading victorious fics, and I have started one and i decided to upload it :) I promise I will finish it also. If you could r&r it would be much appreciated! Enjoy!

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"Get up" is all she tells me, drawing my mind away from the blurry perfection of my dreams. A dog barks in the distance, and somewhere a baby cries, but inside the house, it is silent. Cold, hard unforgiving silence. I slowly rise, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, testing my weight, unsure if my feet could hold me up. I start to shuffle forward, my breath curling upwards, leaving a trail of steam.

As I tiptoe downstairs, the stairs creak beneath my weight. She's in there, as per usual, high heels clicking, her hair in a perfect bun at the top of her head. She hears me enter and whips round to look at me. She sniffs and gives a disapproving glance.

"I hope to god you don't go to school like that." She turns back around and finishes her coffee.

I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. Her words are like ice. I clear my throat, but say nothing, and I push past her to get to the fridge.

I open it to pretend I'm looking for something, searching the shelves until I know she's gone. But she doesn't leave; she's waiting to get my attention. I get a yoghurt and close the door. Her steely gray eyes are staring into mine.

"Do you know how many calories those things have?"

I look down and shake my head. She steps forward and rips it from my hand, reading the back of it.

"Far more than you need." She states, throwing it in the trash.

"Get some fruit ones on your way home." With that, she grabs her handbag and tears out the door.

I pull the fingers at the closed door and pull another yoghurt from the fridge. I'm halfway back up the stairs when I smack into Sonia. Her eyes are just as gray, but not as cold. They're more amused.

"I don't know why you're so scared of her." You used to be. I think to myself, but I don't say a word.

"She's not even that bad." That's just because you're turning into her.

She keeps going down the stairs and I make my way back into my room, looking in the mirror on my door.

My black hair is messily falling down my back, dark rings under my eyes, my skin blotchy. green eyes stare back, my bedclothes rumpled. I turn my mirror around and get changed. Black and more black. I hastily brush my hair, and cover the black rings. I grab my backpack and run down the stairs. As I near the front door, Sonia starts to say something, but I ignore her and go through the front door, slamming it behind me. I race to the bus stop, desperate to get away from home, desperate for a smoke, desperate for her.

She always smells of strawberries. I guess that's why they're my favourite fruit. Every time we're together, I can't help but inhale her scent, it brings me back, takes me home. To my real home, not the bullshit place with the devil mother and soon to be devil sister. I suppose that's a bit ironic, since I'm the devil in their eyes. She has these deep brown eyes, with gold flecks, that will never be cold, that will never stare at me with hatred or malice. I will never turn away or look down if they're staring at me. Her hair always manages to fall in place, long shining chestnut locks that tumble down her back, perfect curls of light. Her lips, so insanely kissable, pink and perfect. And her smile, Jesus, don't get me started. I never expected her. She just turned up out of the blue one day, smiled at me and I was gone.

My stop is the first, so as I greet the bus driver and get on, I'm the only one. I sit behind him, as we get on pretty well, and I don't talk to anyone on my bus anymore. We chit chat idly as we stop and go, most people blanking me as they walk on.

We come to our last stop before school, the stop I dread the most, even though I should be used to it by now. The first gets on, and she acts like I'm not there, I don't know whether it hurts more when the second gets on and death stares at me. I decide it's roughly the same and ignore their laughter as they walk past together. The driver sees the pain in my face.

"You alright Darl'?" I nod and look at him through the mirror. His eyes are full of concern and I feel a pang in my chest. I turn away and he does too.

We get to school and I wait until everyone else gets off till I move, as to avoid confrontation. I say goodbye to the driver as I leave, and wait until he's gone before quickly walking through the gates.

"Bitch." I hear someone snarl.

I assume it's directed at me. I turn fleetingly and see Cat standing there, so my assumptions were confirmed. She doesn't do this often, so I put it down to her being in an extra bad mood, or because it was a long weekend she had missed bitching for a day and had to take it out on me. I chose the latter. I ignore her and walk straight past, heading for the back.

As I get to the field, I scale the small fence to the park next door, and there she was. A joint dangling between her fingers. It still happened every time I saw her. I try to slow myself down, so not to run at her like I always wanted to. I calm myself and walk slowly over to her. She doesn't look up, but she knows it was me. She always knows it's me. I sit down beside her and she holds the smoke in my direction. I take it and inhale deeply. As I slowly breathe the smoke out, she speaks.

"How do you do that?"

I take another drag."Do what?" I long to touch her, but I sit still.

"Take it so well. I still cough sometimes and I can't even drag in properly."

I turn and wink at her. "I'm a natural." I take one more deep drag before passing the smoke back to her and closing my eyes. I know she's there before I open my eyes. She's over top of me, her hair dangling down.

"You haven't been sleeping properly." She says accusingly.

"Sorry." I mumble, taking the smoke once more.

"Hey, give that back." But I'm already breathing in, and I blow the smoke into her mouth. The anger is gone from her face.

"Stealing is punishable by law, you know?" She mutters. Everything is warped. Perfect.

"I don't want to go to school." I whisper to her. She slowly stands up, as if testing her legs.

"Well come on then, you know where to go."

"I don't think I can stand too well." She gives me her hand, and I grab it, her skin soft.

We scale the next fence over (She basically has to haul me up) and we land in her backyard. She gets out her key and opens the back door, pulling me in after her. She goes to the kitchen, grabbing chips and coke, before dragging me into her room and closing the door after us. I sit on her bed, as she turns the stereo on. She reaches into her bedside draw, and then pulls out her homemade "decorative vase" (as she likes to call it) before lighting it. We pass it back and forth, hazy smoke filling the air, the music blaring.

"How does your mum not catch you?" I ask her, opening the bag of chips. She slowly shrugs.

"Iunno, she's always been a bit slow really." I nod. Her mum was very sweet but a bit ditzy.

"Oi." She mutters.

"Yeah?" I respond.

"Come 'ere." I roll towards her and tuck myself into her arms.

"I wish we could spend every day like this." She whispers into my ear. I move myself closer to her face...

RING RING, RING RING

"Mother fu-". She picks up the phone next to her bed.

"Hello?" She really has her mum's voice down to pat.

"Is this Tori's mother?"

"Why yes this is, and who is speaking?"

"This is the school, we were wondering why Tori was absent during roll call?"

"Oh dear!" She mimicked. "I completely forgot to call! Tori's terribly sick, she's been vomiting all night, I do apologise."

I zone out from the call but come back into reality as she lies back down next to me.

"Do you think they've called your house?" I nod my head.

"Hopefully Sonia hasn't turned into a mega bitch and turned me in."

At that precise moment, my phone rings. "It's Sonia." I say, as I flip it open.

"Where are you?"

I sigh. "Take a guess."

I hear her sigh back. "I'm sick of your shit Jade, and I swear this is the last time." I'm about to reply, but she hangs up on me.

I throw my phone across the room.

"What'd you do that for?" Tori's voice is slurring.

"Distraction." She takes that as a hint and moves her face towards mine, and I finally get my first kiss of the morning.