Sometimes toys break; even your favorite ones. Same thing for people too.

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Victorious or any of the characters

Tori's POV

Pancakes. I want pancakes for breakfast. "Pancakes please." I ask my mother, who's standing in front of me, leaning against the counter behind her. A knowing smile graces her face.

"Thought you might say that." She replies with a tone that can only be described as motherly. I just smile at her as she turns around to open the fridge. "Eggs too?" she asks, glancing over her shoulder with that same smile.

"You know me so well." I reply, placing my hands over my heart and looking skyward, as if deeply moved. She grabs the eggs out of the fridge, already moving like a woman with a mission. A mission to make me breakfast. I smile a little at how weird my thoughts are right now.

"Go wake up your sister please." my mother tells me. I just look at her as if she's lost her mind.

"She'll throw something at me again!" I whine, waking up my older sister, being on my list of least favorite things to do.

"Take something to use as a shield. Besides, I said please, as I'm making your breakfast." she states, gesturing to all the cooking items already surrounding her. I duck my head in defeat, turning towards the stairs I make a big show about having to do this. I might even say my dramatic antics rival Trina's... Ha, nope, not even close. I take a deep breath before I open the door to her room.

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"I don't care! Apologize to your sister!" my mother yells to Trina in the living room. I have to resist the urge to roll my eyes, holding a bag of ice to my head, where a considerable sized lump is now forming.

"She shouldn't have interrupted my beauty sleep!" Trina whines, flailing her arms out, as if fate has personally victimized her.

"Mom, it's fine, just, please quit yelling." I interrupt, wanting the loud noises to stop because they were really not helping my forming migraine. She just sighs and shakes her head as Trina inspects her nails.

"Trina, apologize, or you're grounded." Mom continued, albeit in a normal tone.

"I didn't do anything though!" Trina yells, apparently not getting the hint to quiet down. I just huff slightly and start to eat again. Man, Mom knows how to make some good breakfast. "Ugh! Tori I'm sorry you scared me, causing me to hit you in self defense." Trina says, rolling her eyes at me while crossing her arms.

"Yeah, uh, apology accepted." I say, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. She hits me in the head, and she can't even apologize? Bitch. My mother just rolls her eyes at Trina's act as my sister stomps up the stairs. She walks over to me and gently removes the bag from my head as she presses her hand to my head slightly.

"Ow, looks like it hurts Kiddo." she says, gently rubbing her hand on my head.

"Kinda yeah." I simply reply, not really knowing what to say to that.

"Will you be okay by yourself?" she suddenly asks.

"Yeah, are Trina and you going somewhere?" I ask, not knowing that they had made plans.

"Well I'm going out, and I don't expect Trina to be a very good care taker for you." she replies, moving away to grab her purse and keys that are sitting on the counter top.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I say, not really paying too much attention to our conversation anymore. Mom's been out of the house more often than not lately. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, just, she used to be home so much that it was almost a guarantee that you'd see her. Now though, I'm lucky if she's home at all, but every time I see her, she seems normal, so I don't think to say anything. She's a grown woman who can do whatever she pleases I guess. Oh well.

I look down at my plate and notice all of my food is gone. I also notice that my mother is gone too. "Guess I ate on auto pilot" I voice my thought aloud. My head's not hurting so bad either, pancakes are magical apparently. Since I just have one plate I wash it by hand before I head up stairs to my room.

I stand in my doorway momentarily before I decide I want a shower. I'm stripping off all my clothing quickly, suddenly urgently needing the feeling of the water's embrace. I shudder as the warmth hits me. As I'm standing in the shower, letting the hot water soothe me, I can't help but notice the nagging feeling deep in my stomach that today's not going to be a good day.