Left in the Dust
Chapter Two: Pride Comes Before A Fall
Alvin's Point of View
It was still dark outside when I woke up. I was going to get to the Miller's Mansion before my brothers so that I can show her my true greatness without my not-so-great brothers getting in my way. I sneaked of our home underneath the garbage bin and creeped out to the quiet streets of LA.
The streets were unusually quiet, unlike it was during the daytime with all the hustle and bustle of gigantic people who didn't look where their feet were going. Now, only a few cars drove down the road and I only see the occasional person I have to dodge on the sidewalk.
Before I knew it, I was at the Miller's Mansion. The house was ginormous! I stood on the front lawn in awe as the full moon's beam seemed to shine right on me. This is where I would be living. I was going to be a Miller.
I could see me now, Alvin Miller, a world-famous rockstar that all the ladies would want. I'd go to huge, wild parties every night. And no one would care that I'm just a chipmunk. No, it would make me even more popular and likable. And all I have to do is to impress Beatrice Miller, and then I'll be a rockstar. It's really not that hard at all. My plan is so simple. And when my brothers get rejected, no problem! I'll just tell her they're my brothers, and she let them live with us! And I'll even have three sisters, too! My life is going to be amazing.
I sat down on the perfectly cut grass and watched the sunrise. My first day of fame is waiting for me. I can feel it in my bones. And my bones are never wrong.
Simon's Point of View
I was working all night on my speech to impress Ms. Miller while my two brothers, Alvin and Theodore, slept. I chewed on the eraser of my pencil, trying to make a good conclusion to my speech. This speech was guaranteed to impress Beatrice Miller! It would impress anybody! Even the President of the United States! After all, I do have a good choice of words, wit and well over my fair share of intelligence and knowledge. Ms. Miller will definitely adopt me. I bet she'll adopt Theo, too, since he'll be coming with me and they'll be no mistaking him as my brother. I'm going to leave without Alvin, so he can fail by himself, then I'll tell her that he's my brother. My plan is genius! No, I'm a genius! I bet no other human even has the IQ I do, definitely not a chipmunk!
I chuckled to myself about the simple, yet complex mechanisms of my plan. One day, I bet I'll become a famous scientist, who has won several awards. Theodore, of course, will be my faithful assistant. Why, I'd be rich! And I'd have to support my dirt poor, irresponsible brother, Alvin. But it would be no big deal for me. After all, I'd be a billionaire! No, scratch that. I'll be the world's first trillionaire! And all because of my genius plan!
I look over to where Alvin was supposed to be sleeping. He's gone! He must have had the same idea I had! Oh, I'm going to get him for leaving before me and Theo! I growled and snatched my speech and tucked my tiny little pencil ont op of my ear
I raced off into the blackness of night, illuminated only my a full moon. I took a deep sniff, caught Alvin's scent and raced after him. He was going to be so dead when I found him.
I followed him all the way to the Miller's Mansion. He was sitting on the perfectly cut grass, gazing at the sunrise. "ALVIN!" I shouted angrily. That chipmunk was as good as dead by this point. . .
Alvin's Point of View
"ALVIN!" Simon yelled my name. He sounded furious! I turned around to see my very furious looking brother glowering at me. I gulped, but tried to look unafraid.
"Hey, Si, what are you doing here?" I chuckled nervously. He looked like he was about ready to kill me. Sucks for him, because if I take his precious glasses, he won't be able to see two feet in front of his face, which undoubtedly give me an advantage.
"Alvin, why did you come here without us? I thought we were in this together!" Simon snarled furiously. He took a step toward me. I took a step back.
"Whoa, there, Simon! I was just getting a head-start! Nothing to get mad about." I said defensively as I put my paws out in front of me, gesturing that I didn't need a fight right now. That wouldn't go well for my interview.
But you can't let him win, Alvin. You're superior to him. He could outmatch him in any fight. Show him what you're made of. An inner voice told me. And it was right. Who was he to boss me around? I could beat him at any fight I wanted to. And he was going to get beaten to a pulp just like he deserved.
But, Alvin, another voice pleaded, Simon is your brother. You don't really want to hurt him, do you?
Uh, yeah, I needed him to know who's boss. And that's me. I'm the boss of him and he should know that.
I lunged at Simon, but at the same time, he lunged at me. I screamed in rage and he did the same. Both of us went sprawling on the Miller's grass. I stood up. So did Simon. He was playing copycat. Smooth move, brother. But not smooth enough for Alvin the Great.
I lunged at him, taking him off guard. Playing copycat isn't going to help him here. He yelled a few cuss words at me, while trying to claw my face off. I kicked him in the ribs several times, and while doing that, took his glasses. Simon screamed in pure rage as he punched me the gut. I flew through the air and landed on my back a few inches away. Simon somehow was able to find me without his glasses. He took them from my paws. "I'll be taking that." He snarled. I attempted to stand up, but he pinned me down. Boy, was he strong. Stronger than I thought.
"Don't mess with me ever again, Alvin." He snarled. He picked up a rock. My eyes widened in fear. He was actually going to kill me!
"Simon, don't do this! We're brothers, family! It was just a joke! I'm sorry! I really, really am! Forgive me, Si!" I pleaded. I wasn't really sorry, but I was sorry enough to avoid being killed by my own brother! Besides, he wouldn't really do it. He wouldn't kill me. I'm his brother, right.
"You really think I'm going to believe you? Who do you think I am? A stupid, gullible sewer rat? Oh, yeah, you think I'm you." Simon said coldly. His eyes hardened as he pulled back his arm. He really was going to kill me.
"What about Theo! He wouldn't want you to kill me! We're family!" I pleaded, becoming desperate.
"No, he would. You're worthless, Alvin." Simon growled. "All you do is make trouble! You scare him, Alvin! You're an irresponsible, good-for-nothing, monster!"
Was that really what he thought? I know Simon might think that, but Theo? He would never.
Just then, a door opened. A brown haired girl with a messy bun, a purple sweatshirt and jeans stepped outside. "Ms. Miller! Come quick! Two chipmunks are trying to kill each other!"
Then, no other but the Ms. Beatrice Miller steps outside. "Jeanette, dear, go throw them in the dumpster." Then, she walks inside.
The girl, called Jeanette, picked up both me and Simon and through us into the garbage bin. "Sorry, guys, but Ms. Miller's orders." Jeanette hurried away, not looking back. And why would she? We're only chipmunks. I saw Simon climbing to the top of the dumpster, so I followed him.
"Si, I'm really sorry." I apologized for the third time, this time meaning it. He barely even glanced at me. "Si, I'm sorry I ruined our chances of being adopted by Ms. Miller."
"Don't talk to me, you selfish monster. That's not the only thing you ruined." With that said, he walked out of the dumpster, leaving me in a pile of trash where I belong. I wondered what else I ruined for him. And if Theodore, my sweet, innocent little brother, hates me and is scared of me, just like Simon said. I stared up at the morning sky, with only one wish.
I spoke that wish out loud, hoping it would come true, but doubting that it would. "All I want is to be accepted by someone, anyone. I want a home. But what I need, is my brothers to want me again." But, that would never happen. My brothers want me dead.