The Other Side
Chapter 3: What makes it all worthwhile
(One Month Later)
I left A.J.'s house with a purse full of money. A.J.'s parents didn't always use me, but when they did they paid top dollar to make me cancel on anyone else.
I was now on my way to the Turners. Timmy was still under surveillance since the porno incident. It makes me laugh inside at his misfortune.
My home life sucked. No way around it. My mother worked as a business consultant yet was under the foot of my bum father who was a on and off construction worker and drug deliveryman. My sister was some worthless dweeb, after the love of that buck toothed Timmy Turner. I would never kill myself off for someone who looked like much less acted like that little goody goody idiot.
I hailed a taxi and it took me the rest of the way. I came out to see Timmy's parents jumping for joy at their doorway.
"Finally!" Mr. Turner cried, "I've been invited by the Dinkleburgs to an all night salsa dance off!" he cried, "I mean we," he added when his wife glared at him.
"So you want me here all night with the twe…Timmy," I corrected myself quickly.
"Yes," Mrs. Turner told me, "here's half now!" she cried and Timmy panted as he wheeled a pink wheelbarrow overflowing with money, "we won a robot war competition against the Dinkleburg's and their rich friends," she explained, "you'll get the other half when we return," she concluded.
"When will that be?" I asked.
"Um, if we pay you extra do you think you could be late for school tomorrow?" Mrs. Turner asked me.
"You mean for me to miss school totally," I translated.
"I'll make it worth your while," Mrs. Turner said and whispered a price in my ear and my eyes nearly bugged out.
"Increase it by quarter and I'm yours," I responded.
"DONE!" Mr. Turner cried happily despite his wife looking a bit hesitant, "let's go!" he shouted and dragged his wife into the cab I just arrived in and it drove off.
"Time for fun twerp," I said with a cackle and followed him inside as he pushed the wheelbarrow back into the house.
Long as I have kids to torture my life will always be worth it. Plus after I graduate and reach eighteen I'll be able to runaway with the loads of money I have secretly stashed away in my two secret bank accounts alone; one of them being Swiss. I'll take all the abuse but I'll get my High School Education. University can come later. I aint about to be no drop out dunce who'll have to depend on a man. I mean, my mother's no dunce and she's under the foot of my father who didn't make it half-way through high school and lives off street smarts like humans live off oxygen. I'll make sure that my life is filled with cash and independence. My sister will have to find her own way, or maybe I'll take her with me? Nah. (Vicky's thoughts)
The End.
Death's Soulmate: Yes this story is over. It was just a look at Vicky's life from a different perspective. I'm not going to make conclusions since not even the creator(s) of FOP seem to know how Vicky will turn out. I'll leave that to the readers' imagination. Hope you enjoyed this story and review.