A/N: Woo! Chapter 2! Though it's hardly a chapter. I'd call it more of a filler; just something to get you from Point A to Point B. Next chapter will be more exciting, I promise!
And thanks to my solitary reviewer, Jack Ishi. You get my entire batch of brownies since no one else reviewed, which makes me a sad panda. Reviews really do make me write both faster and better. Please? ={D
Btdubbs: I don't own anything except this plotline and my OCs.
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You say you're down you can't lose that frown / Life sucks. What else is new? That's tough / There's not much you can do- you're not the only one not havin' any fun.
I've got a funny feelin' we're all born to lose / And I've got a funny feelin' that this life ain't worth livin' through / I've been depressed and I get so stressed
Life sucks. I don't wonder why. That's tough / I just keep on tryin', so I won't be the one not havin' any fun.
I'm not givin' up yet that's not the end of me / But it's not gonna be all right you'll see, you'll see!
I've got a funny feelin' we're all born to lose / And I've got a funny feelin' that this life ain't worth livin' through.
I've got a funny feelin' we're all born to lose / And I've got a funny feelin' that this life ain't worth livin' through.
Cheer Up!
Cheer Up!, Reel Big Fish
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Chapter 2: Flying Monkeys and Flaming Gerbils
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As Vivian drew closer to her destination, she came back down from her high and let her mind wander. She strolled down the street, feeling angry that she couldn't call the GPD.
Just one more month.
Vivian clenched her hands in anger and desperation.
One more month and I can start over as a legal adult.
Being 17 was really becoming a bitch for Vivian. Ever since her father "left", she's been taking care of herself.
On the day her dumbass dad "left" her, Vivian packed up and left too, leaving the very few who knew the dysfunctional family thinking they had left together. No one ever reported her missing. She never reported her father missing, either.
Vivian never called the police, and with the little money she had, rented an apartment. It was crappy, she had to admit, but it put some distance between her and the criminals that crawled out of their hiding places at night.
She knew that hundreds of other girls in Gotham had the same sob story, but she was different. She had never been caught. Having no other family that she knew of, Vivian would have been sent to a group home if found.
And she would rather live on the streets than in a group home. The stories one hears about those places…
No. Never.
Sighing, she figured not going to school and having almost no friends was better than getting caught.
She would wait it out just one more month, then get an ID, enroll in night school, and everything would be chipper and dandy.
Pfft. Yeah, right. I'm lying to myself.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Vivian walked up to the dirty, dented chrome doors that were attached to the diner she was a waitress at.
Vivian was late. Very late. Ridiculously late. And if there was one thing her boss hated more than a bitchy customer, it was tardiness.
She had probably set a record, being three hours late.
Vivian wondered why she even bothered showing up. She was about to get her ass fired anyway.
She groaned. She just HAD to be polite and show up. Cause if she didn't she probably would have gone on a guilt trip. Oh well.
Pushing her way through the doors, the bell announced Vivian's doomed arrival with an innocent tinkle, tinkle.
Vivian winced. So much for coming in unnoticed.
When the doors slammed closed, the bell tinkled again with a malicious finality. Stupid bell.
At first Vivian just stood there, eyes glued to the floor.
She knew what she would see if she looked up.
Anthony.
Anthony was Vivian's senile boss and the owner of the fine establishment she was currently standing in. He had a very short temper, so Vivian tried to avoid the man as much as possible. Short tempers and sharp tongues usually don't mix well.
Still too nervous to look up, Vivian tried to imagine what Anthony would look like. He would be angry, no, livid. His face would be tomato red with the vein at his temple throbbing and purple. His eyes would be shooting fiery arrows of pain at her while they popped out of their sockets. The cheap cigar the Italian man always had in his mouth would be crushed between his teeth as he yelled. He would then call his evil flying monkeys down from the darkened sky to catapult flaming rabid gerbils of death at Vivian's poor innocent and battered body. Wait…. what?
Vivian felt a smile tugging at her lips. She really did love her imagination. It was her best friend; always trying to cheer her up when things got bad.
I wonder...
Would Anthony actually look like bizarre image that Vivian's inner voice was laughing hysterically at?
She nearly giggled out loud when she pictured him exploding.
Gathering courage from her inner laugher, Vivian finally looked up at the metaphorical Mount Vesuvius.
Holy sweet pink elephants...
She was right on the money.