Thirteen Years
Disclaimer: I don't own FOP so don't even ask
Chapter one: The Accident
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Vicky's POV
I sat in the car and waited, my arms folded over my chest, my expression moody. It wasn't fair that Tootie was allowed to go buy something or other to make Timmy like her, while I sat in the car, not allowed to buy a single knife.
"What's wrong Vicky?" A screechy little voice broke into my thoughts.
"Nothing." I grumbled.
Ever since Megan's (the strict, mean, do-not-listen-to-people-younger-than-you old lady in our basment) been living in the basement, no one was afraid of me anymore.
Well at least I still have Timmy, I thought with an evil smile, being the queen of meanness is fun.
"Daddy watch out!" Tootie suddenly screamed.
Just then there was a jerking feeling as we collided with another car. I felt as though my body was being turned inside out. I screamed, but I couldn't hear anything. Everything became darker. Through the dim light, I could see the man in the car who hit us. He was drinking. Just then, all was black.
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Pretty nice cliffhanger, eh? Sorry the chapter's so short, the next will be waaaaaaay longer, I promise. Well, RxR, you know you want to.