This is my second fanfiction ever, so comments to make my fanfiction better areacceptable. But please no rude ones. Please review and enjoy.
REMINDER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORIOUS JUST THE PLOT.
Chapter 1-
"Victoria! Victoriaaaa!" My mother echoed my name. My nanny is more of a mother than that women. I tried to avoid her, and she does the same. But every year one my birthday she finally wants to be a contribute to my life. I rather her leave me alone, I know it seems selfish. but on my birthday my boyfriend, well ex broke up with me, his name was Ryder. He called me young, but many girls my age or younger are wedded. "Victoriaaa!" I was bathing, having my head underwater, attempting to drown my self. My nanny, well nurse walked in, she caught me in the act.
"Your mother wants your presences Victoria." Nurse said, she doesn't have a name. I tried many times to request her to tell me, instead she just said, 'Well dear, oh is that your mother calling? I better go and check.' and she leaves.
"Nurse, my heart is not where it suppose to be. It can be miles away. Or it may not. But its not here." I spoke with devastation. I miss Ryder, he was my everything. Nurse caught my sadden glance.
"You know, there are many men an many will be at your ball, rich men. Ones that will make your mo-, I mean you happy." She corrected herself. I love my nurse, I really do. But my nurse always tries to set me up just to make my mother happy. It's always mother this, mother that, once can it be Tori this, Tori that.
"Um, nurse where is Holly?" Holly is my mother, I don't call her mom or mother. She doesn't deserve that title. Never been in my life, why include her. Again sorry for the self centerness that has taken over my thoughts.
"She's in her room. She's getting ready. You should be too. But I guess you can wait, your mother wants you." I nodded, and reluctantly got up. I put on my robe, that was engraved VV. Victoria Vega. I was out the door seconds later, walking down the hall, then up the stairs. Many pictures of me and my family. Mostly my mother and father. Every few pictures of my cousin Catherine Valentine-Vega. Cat for short. Finally I get to Holly's room, it felt like miles from my room to hers'.
"Holly you called?" I questioned her. She gave me a slight grin. Then turned around to her make up mirror. Applying more make up, even though she already has a lot on.
"Dear, even though I'm never home doesn't mean you call me Holly, you call me mother cause I was the one who gave birth to you." My 'mother' instructed me. I gave her a stern gaze. "Why aren't you ready? This is your ball. Your birthday!" She questioned.
"Instead of getting ready, in standing here, with zero reason why." I muttered. I gazed up to see my mother with a calm look, but in her eyes she is angry.
"I called cause, your 16 but not wedded. I was 14 when I was married, and 15 when I had you." 15? And had birth? I'm 16 and I haven't ever thought of sex.
"Ho- Mother, when I'm ready, I'm ready. But at the moment I'm not. I better return to my room to prepare my self, and make me look presentable." With that last remake I took my leave.
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Hours later and I was ready. I had my brown hair curled half up, half down. My dress was a strapless, light pale green. From the hips up it was lace, from the top trim of the dress down to the hips there were rhinestones. More on the top fewer on the bottom. The skirt of the dress, was laired with different fabrics. The dress looked as if the fabrics were ripped and sewn. Laces to silk was laired on my dress. It was a dress fit for a princess. Cat on the other hand, had a much simpler dress. Hers was a long pink dress, it was simple, having a white ribbon that went around mid stomach. From the bottom of the ribbon there were rhinestones, starting in bunches and less as we go down. I was certain tonight can't be ruin.
"Ready to enter?" Cat asked. Cat was quite beautiful, red vibrant hair that went pass her shoulders, and big brown eyes. She wasn't that tall though. Cat's hair today was curled and put up in a bun, with a white ribbon in her hair to match her dress. Her eyes had little stones in the corner of them. Today I know all the men would be drooling over her, but she's only 15 one year younger than me. But all grown up.
She stared at me, grown impatient of me. "Sorry. Yes I'm ready, as I'll ever be." I replied. She grabbed me by the hand and led me through the big doors over looking the ball in my honor.