A/N: Alright, it's been a long time, so I'll finally update, see, I've been too busy to write up a new chapter, so I could update but what I didn't know was that I already had a chapter written up, haha, so here it is.

Chapter 2

Vicky got up from the firm mattress of the bed and lift up her wrist to her face. It was.....sometime in the evening. It was surely past 7 o clock, so she had missed the roommate meeting, too bad..... She was starving, her stomach growled. She ignored it and started unpacking her stuff. She only had a suitcase or two. She didn't have very many stuff, even though her mother was rich, and always looked for an occasion and sometimes even not, to buy Vicky stuff but she had refused. She only wanted one thing from her mother, and that thing was love. Something she only received from her dad until he died. And now that he was dead, no one would love Vicky anymore. Maybe it WAS for the best that she had moved here. At least she would try to meet a few people, find herself a few friends. It was small town, maybe there would be people not so snobby and rich, and mean like her old "friends" used to be... Yeah right, "friends"... they were more like bullies. She counted them as friends though; they were the closest she ever got to. She only had a few close friends, Ellen, Marci and Derrick.

Vicky took out a piece of clothing at a time out of her suitcase. She didn't have very many clothing. It was mainly dresses and couple pairs of jeans and of course t-shirts. She placed each piece of clothing on the shelves in her closet. She emptied two of the suitcases that were stuffed with her clothes, and put the third, and smallest suitcase in the corner of the closet, which contained her personal items, her diary, hair stuff, memorable items and such. Most of them, pictures of her father before he was diagnosed with the stupid disease. She shook her head; it wasn't the time to think about that.

She got up from the floor and opened her door. She could hear very loud music coming from downstairs. Oh great...Vicky thought, there's a party going on, I probably shouldn't go down there. Her stomach gave another grumble, okay maybe I should, she decided. She started to go down the stairs, but was delayed by a girl sitting in the middle of the stairs, sobbing so hard, Vicky thought she probably couldn't breathe. She was so tempted to sit down and ask her what was wrong, but she figured she probably just got dumped by the guy she screwed a minute ago. She just shrugged and went around her.

Vicky instantly started coughing when she reached the second floor. It was full of smoke, which she assumed was either cigarette or pot smoke. It was going to be hard conditions for Vicky to live in. She made it to the first floor. She had to push through a couple that were making out and a guy who was puking right there on the stairs but at least she made it. She walked into the kitchen. She looked around. There was really no one that she recognized; whether it was because the only person that she really knew was Krissy or that there were so many people! Right when she was about to turn back and go to her room, Krissy spotted her.

"Vicky! There you are! You finally got up, gosh, you've been sleeping for so long!" she roared with laughter.

Vicky didn't say anything.

"Ooookay, let me introduce you to everyone. First of all this is my boyfriend Eric!" she said pointing to the guy with the sunglasses and the nice tan. "Isn't he the cutest" Vicky instantly blushed and nodded. He was quite cute.

"Mmmmkay, and this is Emma" Vicky's eye widened as she looked at the anorexic girl, who was nibbling on a piece of string cheese. "She has sort of an eating disorder, but don't say anything about it, she gets very offensive." Krissy whispered into Vicky's ear.

"This is Dally, Soda, Kevin, Kevin is Emma's fiancé, and this is Jenny, Drake, and Missy." Krissy went on introducing everyone that was in the kitchen. "These are my closest friends" Krissy said last. She finally let go of Vicky's arm. Vicky exhaled. Some of the cuts she had made last night were where Krissy had a strong grip of her. For a little person like Krissy, she was pretty damn strong. Vicky shyly nodded at everyone, and turned back to head up the stairs to her room.

Her appetite was suddenly lost. She didn't feel like eating, she just wanted to sleep. She forced her legs up the stairs, not noticing at first that she was being fallowed by, who other than Krissy Eisenchenck. She opened the door to her room, holding the door knob tight for support. She blinked hard, she felt dizzy for a second, then came back to life and entered her room. She hadn't even made her bed, it didn't matter. All she wanted to do was to let herself fall on the bed and sleep. Sleep forever, and never ever wake up............

Sunlight arose to the room. It was morning. Vicky got up from her bed. She could tell her hair was messed up. She gently touched her cheek, it was wet from tears. The weird thing was she didn't remember crying. She felt hot under all the blankets. She pushed them aside, but instantly pulled them back on herself when she realized how cold it was. She walked over to her closet, wrapped up in blankets. She picked out some clothes to wear, and then put them on. She tried to dress as fast as possible, it was just so cold! She headed downstairs for food. It had been now, two days ever since she had eaten last. She was starving.

She opened the fridge door; there was really no food in the fridge.

"We usually have no food in the fridge after a party" said a quiet voice from behind her. She turned around to see Emma in her tiny skirt and tank top.

"It's freezing in here, how can you walk around like that?" Vicky asked.

"Well, it's not that cold, and besides I've lived here my whole life, I'm used to it." Emma sighed and sat down in one of the chairs around the round dining table.

Vicky sighed and sat next to her.

"So, why are you here, you in trouble, or are you just taking a vacation?"

Vicky hesitated. "My dad...he uh died couple days ago. My mom had to deal with some stuff so she shipped me off here. She thought Krissy would be the best relative I would get along with."

"Oh" Emma said. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I mean not the part about you moving here, I mean the part about your father. I know how you feel, I lost my mom couple years ago. I grew up with my aunt. My dad had a total breakdown once she died; they had to put him to a mental institute."

Vicky thought for a second, she thought her life was bad, but Emma's was way worse...

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Ah, it's all right. It isn't your fault. The only really bad thing that came out of it was me going anorexic. It's quite sad, I want to get better but I can't. You know? I just can't eat anymore" Emma chuckled. She got up and got a piece of string cheese out of the fridge. She nibbled it slowly.

Right then Kevin came into the kitchen. He got out some milk and poured it into a tall glass. "Mornin' ladies" he greeted Emma and Vicky as he sat next to Emma.

"So what are your plans for today Vicky?" Emma asked.

"Um, I don't really know. I guess I'll stay here"

"Nonsense" Emma got up from her chair. "We'll show you around here how's that?"

Vicky was speechless, she didn't really know what to say "um...okay" was all she could get out of her mouth.

"Alright" Emma started to walk out of the kitchen but turned back. "Honey, unless you want to get jumped you might not wanna go out with that outfit on."

Vicky didn't understand. What the heck did getting jumped mean? Also, what was wrong with her clothes? She was wearing a simple long skirt and a white blouse.

Emma pulled her by her arm. "Come on let's go, I'll give you something to wear, I have some clothes that are too small for me, they might fit you tho, you're so thin." She explained as she led Vicky up the stairs.

A/N: Eh, okay, I know it's not that great, but I tried, so there it is. I hope you enjoyed it and please review, I promise to update faster this time.