Another chapter...

Summary: Tori is taken to the world of the higher powers, so she can help them. There is one problem: her friends and family aren't here.

It had been two weeks that I have spent with the girl. Amina was given education, food, and a place to stay. She was relatively happy. I had given her the message to her mother and her mother had given us back a message that she was very proud of her daughter. Even though she was happy, there was still something that was keeping me here. She still needed my help. I knew that this mission would take longer than Robbie's.

We walked into her room after a day of school. She had a roommate, but she wasn't there at the moment. A frown appeared on her face. "I hate that those girls keep making fun of me." She said. I sighed a little. There were these girls who were richer than her and therefore they thought that they had the right to make fun of her.

"You shouldn't let those comments get to you. They are probably just jealous of you." I told her.

Amina laughed a little. "Yeah, right. They would never be jealous of me. They are able to get so much more than I have."

"Well, they may be rich, but they aren't nice. Kindness is a really good quality in people. Besides, you are beautiful and no matter how much money they use, they will never be able to obtain your beauty." I told her. Right after that, I realized how much I sounded like my mom. I laughed a little.

A frown appeared on Amina's face. "You can't even say that seriously." She pointed out.

I shook my head. "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing at myself. My mother used to give me these exact same speeches. When she gave them to me, I always thought that she was totally wrong. Now I realize that she was right and now I'm the one giving these speeches." I explained to her.

"So you really think that I am beautiful?" She asked just to make sure. I nodded. A smile formed on her face.

An idea popped in my head. "You know, we should totally explore this town. They must have some good shops here and it would be a good distraction for you to get out." I told her.

I saw her doubt a little before smiling. "Yeah, that would be fun."

So we went outside her room and into the city. The city was very busy. There were multiple cars and bikes. In this city, there was always at least one traffic jam. It was also a very smelly city due to all the garbage and other suspicious stuff on the ground. This was a lot different and more unpleasant than L.A, but I could tell that Amina found this city wonderful.

We walked into the first store. It was shop for clothing and I had to say that they had pretty good taste for clothing in Africa. I walked through the store.

I pointed to a cute shirt. "That would look so good on you. You would just need some jeans." I told her.

Amina looked at me. "But I don't have the money." She said with a frown.

I shook my head. Amina did have the money. The school gave her allowance each week. With that money, she was to buy clothes, laundry services, and even toys. Amina was just to scared to spend the money, since she was always taught to use money wisely.

"You have the money and you should use the money. The school gave you the money for these purposes." I told her once again. Amina doubted for a second.

"Okay, I guess but you get blamed if something happens and I no longer have the money to pay for that." She told me before grabbing the shirt. Later, I managed to convince her to buy some more clothes.

A huge smile spread her face when she gave the money to pay for the clothes. This was a huge step for her. Only in her dreams, she could have imagined that she would have enough money to buy pretty clothes.

As we left the store, we bumped into the girls who were teasing Amina at school. The girls looked at Amina. "As if you have enough money to buy clothes from this store. They probably just pitied you and gave you the clothes." One girl said.

Amina was about to protest, but another girl interrupted her. "Besides, you don't even deserve these clothes." The other girl said. I saw tears forming in Amina's eyes. Anger flooded in my body. If I hadn't been an angel, I would have punched these girls like crazy right.

They walked off laughing. Amina looked sadly down. "You really shouldn't listen to them. They really are just jealous of you, even though you might not realize that right now. Just believe a little in yourself. Just think good thoughts." I told her to cheer her up.

"Just think good thoughts." She copied me, but instead she sang it silently. My eyes grew wide. She had one of the most amazing voices that I have ever heard.

"Imagine what the world could be if we would think good thoughts." I said and she sang it again but louder this time. Some people, on the street, looked up to see who had sung this so beautifully.

Now without my words, she just started singing on the street. "Stop the bad from feeding... I won't let the negativity turn me into my enemy... Promise to myself that I won't let it get the best of me... That's how I want to be." She sang out loud and she just kept going and going. A group of people had gathered around us.

When she finally stopped singing, everybody started to clap. Amina looked up surprised. She hadn't even noticed that everyone had stopped to listen to her singing. Then literally everyone gave her money. Some gave her only a few cents, but others gave her a couple of bucks.

Then the last person came. It was a man around the age of thirty. He didn't look like he came from Africa. He actually looked more like he came from the USA. "Hi, I'm Marc Cooper." He told the girl while he reached out to shake her hand.

My eyes grew wide. "Oh my gosh, you're talking to the Marc Cooper. He is like a big time music producer. He is totally going to ask you to get a contract with him." I told her. I saw Amina's eyes grow wide as well. This could be her big break-through.

"I would like to produce your music." He told Amina and I could swear that Amina nearly fainted when he said that.

Hope you liked this chapter. These lyrics are from Colbie Caillat's "Think Good Thoughts." So I don't own that. I always sing it when I'm down, so I thought that it would fit perfectly in this scene.

Anyways... I don't own the lyrics (nor Victorious, but you could have guessed that)...

Reviews are welcome.