Perhaps if Victoria had worshiped Satan, none of this would have
happened. Like, what if she just chose to not go to her high school on
Friday? But you don't get anywhere with asking what if, and in fact it's
worse to do so, leaving you always on the edge like a story with a cliff
hanger.
The day was getting late and in her room, Victoria (better known as Vicky) was on her bunk bed writing in her black and white speckled diary. Words such as: Chris, Johnny Depp, and english class could be seen if someone were to be reading over her shoulder. Vicky was a very trusting person and usually left her diary unattended lying on her bed, out for prying, nosy dorks to read.
After filling up seven pages with blue chicken scrawl her arm ached and she collapsed her face into her pillow, falling quickly into a sleep.
Rays of golden yellow sunlight shined brightly through her window and red spots formed behind her eyelids as she woke up. She had dreamed that her mega crush was sitting next to her in school. But he was also sitting next to another girl. The girl was dressed in skimpy clothes and she kept looking over at Chris and grinning. The worst part was Chris seemed to be really attracted to this girl. And he ignored Vicky.
As she went to get some breakfast (Reeces Puff Cereal) she couldn't shake off the dream. It was like a fog that was wrapped tightly around her body in snakes of unclear possibilites and hugged her even when she was done eating.
She finished getting ready for school, throwing on her Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and hand made skirt that she had sewed out of ties and her mum gave her a ride in her hot yellow car to school.
The creepy feeling of the dream left her unknowingly. She went to first period, math and grinned and said hey to her friends. She took out her homework and yawned into her hand. For the rest of the day if you looked at her you would have seen a dreamy expression on her face. She tried her hardest to pay attention but her mind kept wondering to other things. Ridiculous fantasies of Chris some how madly falling in love with her. That can't happen and never will. Ever. She thought to herself as her crazy chemistry teacher talked animatedly about atoms. Woopee! She thought and rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
There was no possible way Chris could like Vicky. He was almost 7 years older than her. It was still fun to dream about the guy with awesome hair and looks of a younger Johnny Depp. Not to mention his great personality.
After lunch, Vicky headed back to English class early as usual and spotted Graham sitting there already, looking mysterious and, she had to admit, pretty cute. He was really quiet and only talked when spoken too. That's why Vicky was pretty surprised when he began talking first.
"Victoria, umm, I mean Vicky, err well." He mumbled but kept eye contact. Vicky sat her tall self down in her chair and turned around to face him. Quite frankly he was making her a bit nervous. Graham doesn't like me does he? She wondered franticly, her breath quickening. What would I say if he asks me out? I don't know what I'd say! She thought desperately.
But what he said was not what she had suspected.
The day was getting late and in her room, Victoria (better known as Vicky) was on her bunk bed writing in her black and white speckled diary. Words such as: Chris, Johnny Depp, and english class could be seen if someone were to be reading over her shoulder. Vicky was a very trusting person and usually left her diary unattended lying on her bed, out for prying, nosy dorks to read.
After filling up seven pages with blue chicken scrawl her arm ached and she collapsed her face into her pillow, falling quickly into a sleep.
Rays of golden yellow sunlight shined brightly through her window and red spots formed behind her eyelids as she woke up. She had dreamed that her mega crush was sitting next to her in school. But he was also sitting next to another girl. The girl was dressed in skimpy clothes and she kept looking over at Chris and grinning. The worst part was Chris seemed to be really attracted to this girl. And he ignored Vicky.
As she went to get some breakfast (Reeces Puff Cereal) she couldn't shake off the dream. It was like a fog that was wrapped tightly around her body in snakes of unclear possibilites and hugged her even when she was done eating.
She finished getting ready for school, throwing on her Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and hand made skirt that she had sewed out of ties and her mum gave her a ride in her hot yellow car to school.
The creepy feeling of the dream left her unknowingly. She went to first period, math and grinned and said hey to her friends. She took out her homework and yawned into her hand. For the rest of the day if you looked at her you would have seen a dreamy expression on her face. She tried her hardest to pay attention but her mind kept wondering to other things. Ridiculous fantasies of Chris some how madly falling in love with her. That can't happen and never will. Ever. She thought to herself as her crazy chemistry teacher talked animatedly about atoms. Woopee! She thought and rolled her eyes to the ceiling.
There was no possible way Chris could like Vicky. He was almost 7 years older than her. It was still fun to dream about the guy with awesome hair and looks of a younger Johnny Depp. Not to mention his great personality.
After lunch, Vicky headed back to English class early as usual and spotted Graham sitting there already, looking mysterious and, she had to admit, pretty cute. He was really quiet and only talked when spoken too. That's why Vicky was pretty surprised when he began talking first.
"Victoria, umm, I mean Vicky, err well." He mumbled but kept eye contact. Vicky sat her tall self down in her chair and turned around to face him. Quite frankly he was making her a bit nervous. Graham doesn't like me does he? She wondered franticly, her breath quickening. What would I say if he asks me out? I don't know what I'd say! She thought desperately.
But what he said was not what she had suspected.