Hi. This story is about Victoria, and sorta why she is the way she is. Evil-ish. I was bored one day and got this idea.
I sometimes incorperate stuff that happens to me in life into stories. I can't make everything up.

Hope you like it.

A lost cause

Victoria's POV

(Present day)

"Victoria, I have her cornered," my mate, James, said into the phone. Good, serves her right for running from him.

"How'd you do it?"

"I tricked her into thinking I have her mommy," he said sarcastically. "I can hear her outside now. Come for me in a few hours. I need play time."

"Of course, James. I will be there." I would do anything for him. After all, he is the one who saved me from my life of petty human marvels of which now are pointless.

My life had been filled with unimaginable grief, much so that I resided to suicide as my last escape. Though I had everything, I also had nothing of that my friends had. My red hair was scorned in my town, seeing that I was Irish, not much though, living in New York.

(Human days of Victoria)

I had just gotten into the school gates when my best friend in the world, Tammy, came rushing up to me, causing me to spill my books in the mud. I've never heard her talk so fast in my life.

"Oh my goodness, Vicky!!! You will not believe what happened yesterday after church!! Oliver and I, along with his friend, Jason, and his girl Ashley, we all went to see Romeo and Juliet on stage and he kissed me!!!!! I could not believe it!!"

At this point, she was squealing loudly. Anyway, I was soooo happy for her! Her first real kiss. Wow.

"Tell me what happened. Now. Everything." The warning bell rang then. "At lunch, tell me."

"Ok. I have to go. My class in on the other side of the school. Bye!" She said, already across the lawn.

She's so happy. She found someone who loves her, hopefully, other than her family. I don't want to ruin her day by showing her the ring my grandma wore in the hospital.

A week or so ago, she had told me he had first kissed her on her cheek, and since then, it wasn't uncommon. Only, never in front of her parents. Oliver's didn't mind very much, seeing that he is man now and can do whatever, even though he's only in his 9th year of school. Tammy and I are in our 8th, so I think that he may be a little to old for her. At least right now.

It's not fair, that everything good should happen to my friends, and everyone else in the world. Oliver is practically Tammy's beau. The one boy who has caught my eye, Thresh, doesn't even look my way. I want someone to fall in love with me, not Tammy. I'm still happy for her, but I want to love and be loved, to have someone to cry to because my grandma died, and not worry about what my friends will think.

The late bell rang, and instead of walking up the steps into school, I turned around and walked home, leaving my books in the mud.

I was in bed when the doorbell rang. Mom answered it. "Hello Tammy," I heard her say. "Yes, you can go on in."

Tammy walked through my open door and sat on my desk chair, looking quizzically at me, wanting an explanation on my being absent from school while she saw me this morning.

"I got sick."

"Yea. You left you books. In the mud." She held up my books, plastered in dried mud.

"I know. Thanks for bringing them." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Anyway, you were going to tell me about a certain kiss with a certain someone..." I trailed off. Her face lit up like fire.

"Yes. We, being Oliver, Jason, Ashley, and I, we were all at the theatre, watching Romeo and Juliet. By the end, Ashley was crying and Jason was hugging her, telling her they didn't really die, because she hates when people die. So anyway, I was in Oliver's arms, and he LEANS DOWN AND KISSES ME!!!!!" she screamed.

Then, he asked me to the 'New Year of 1894' ball in town square. There's going to be music and lights and dancing oh! You have to help me pick out a nouvelle robe. In French, that means 'new dress.' You missed that today. We also had a test on the 'BAGS' adjectives, whiched you missed. Wait," I could listen to her talk all day. I have, in fact, without her once ask, what I did, or how I am. She always assumes. "Wait, what color dress should I get? I like blue, I always have, but green..."

I listened to her talk about different dresses he saw in the widows coming home.

I wonder what Thresh would say if I asked him to the New Years' ball. I bet he'd say no. He never goes to anything. Geez, Tammy's so lucky she has Oliver.

"Hey, Vicky, are you still there?" she said, standing next to me, waving her hand in my face.

"Yea."

"So, what do you think? I'm a genius, right? I know I am." Excitement and pride glowed from her.

"Think about what?" I said. Her face filled with disappointment.

"You weren't listening? I said, how about you ask Thresh to the ball," she said again.

"I can't. I'm a girl. I can't ask a guy!. Besides, he won't want to go with me! I'm a quarter Irish. We're lucky to even be living in a house, they're so expensive! He's just going to say no. I just know it. I can hear it already." I shifted my eyes from her.

As always, as in the rare occasion that she cares about how I feel, she comes to my rescue. "So what if you're a girl? And who cares about your heritage and where you live or what your father does for money. You're pretty and smart and talented. I mean, no one, at least to me, can do what you do." Sincerity shined in her eyes.

"I'm not pretty. I have red, dirty hair, with makes me an outcast, I didn't get into the program that you, Sherry, and Kailly got into. Even Thresh got in! And Michael! I can't sing, I can barely dance with someone, I always forget their there because I move differently, and my daddy works at a power plant with barely an education!" I practically screamed at her.

"You're not ugly. And you really can sing, and dance. Better than anyone I know. Come on. I know you want to ask him. Besides, you can always go with me and Oliver. Or Sherry and Kailly." She tried just about everything to persuade me to ask Thresh. Except for one thing.

"But I'm Irish." I said quietly.

"Come on! At least ask!"

"But he's going to say no."

"So?"

"So I really like him."

"So ask him!"

"I can hear him saying no already!"

"Oh well. Try to change the voice in your head impersonating him. It's wrong."

"No. It's right. I'm right. He will say no."

"Than at least come to look at dresses with me? Please?" she won't forget this conversation.

"Oh, fine! Friday?"

"Sure. I have to go before it gets dark. See you tomorrow!" She left my room. I heard her thank my mom, and leave my house.

Hows this for a story:

Two twin sisters do everything together. They are best friends. They do everything the same, get the same things, you get it. So one day, they go to a chinese buffet, and the fortunes they (both) get say something like 'you will lose the holder of the other'. Meaning they will lose each other. They go though all this horrible stuff, and one ends up dying.

What do you think? Of story and story idea? Please tell me. Review:)

-Laura