Chapter 22 Trixie Vs Vicky
It was a rather long week for Trixie Tang. With countless ups and downs that left her feeling perplexed. On one hand her siblings were adorable sometimes when they weren't being annoying. But they were much too energetic, chaotic and asked too many questions. Splinter took a rather lax approach to pretty much everything and her parents. Their strange behavior got on her nerves oh how she missed being rich. On the other it was like mother nature was out to get her. It was a never ending cycle of bad luck which only added to her surely boiling misery.
From constant bites by evil mosquitoes, to the snapping of twigs leaves. Bad weather which only added to it and the lack of showers. Put her in a sour mood all week, but her luck was rather perplexing. When she went fishing, hiking or other outdoor activities. Nothing bad happened. It was hard for the 10 year old to describe. And right now she was unsure of whether to be happy or not. She was finally going home. Back to the warmth of modern civilizations were showers lie unfortunately that meant going back to school.
Back to the devil herself. And she was wanting nothing more than to have her old life back. Nothing that loser would do would deter her from getting back to her normal life. The life of a queen like her; the family car pulled up towards her small house. Another small thing she missed about her old life was the giant mansion. Having miles and miles of space to do whatever she ever wanted. Now all she had was a room that was constantly being violated by 2 little thieves. Hearing the car park she rushed upstairs to her room.
Only to shut her bedroom door behind her and promptly fall into the carpet floor. Feeling its warmth against her skin. Oh how she loved to have an actual room with running water and electricity. Splinter just watched the girl amused.
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She awoke to the sounds of screaming coming from the bathroom. Which was only down the hall. Sitting up Trixie looked around confused and the last thing she remembered was laying on the warm carpet after returning home. Splinter was beside her rolled into a ball snoring away peacefully. Stepping out of bed Trixie left her room to see her mother and father standing there. On the floor was one of her sister's who was crying in pain with small bumps all around her body. "Make it stop! Its so itchy!" The 4 year old screamed loudly.
"What's going on? And why is she screaming so loudly?" Trixie asked, a bit startled, "Is she okay?"
"The twins got bit by a wasp or something and it's causing them to break out in hives. So we're going to your hospital. Your babysitter will be here shortly," her father picked up the 4 year old. Her mother was carrying the other one.
"Babysitter?" Trixie asked, confused.
"Trixie, we're going to be at the hospital for a couple hours with your sick sisters. So we hired a one time babysitter. Just until we get back." Her mother said. Trixie blinked confused, scared and uncertain. Even if she didn't particularly like her sisters didn't mean she wanted them hurt.
"A babysitter?" Trixie asked uncertainty. Never in her life had she had a babysitter. Not even a nanny-
Ding Dong!
"Ah there she is now," with that her mother and father walked down. Opening the door, "Trixie, this is your babysitter Vicky!" As if a dark cloud had ascended upon the earth and thunder boomed in the distance. Standing in front of her door was a teenager. With a vicious twisted smile across the woman's face. Towering over her mother with red hair, green eyes and a snake-like look. An aura of evil seemed to glow around her, "We should be back…who knows when. Trixie usually stays in her room, stay out of the bedrooms and as long as the house is clean…well you know the rest."
With that her mother, father and the twins ran out of the house. Once the door was shut Trixie was forced to face the devil herself. A small chill went down her spine at the woman. It was silent, "Hello twerp!" Trixie winced at the woman whose entire personality flipped. "Go to bed!"
"That's where I was going anyway," Trixie said muttering to herself. A babysitter? Not even a day back and she had a babysitter. There was only one simple explanation: a certain boy in a pink hat. "So this is your plan, pink hat? I'll figure out what your up too."
After shutting her door Trixie looked to see Splinter floating in the air, "Are you going to blame the boy in the pink hat? You know he has a name right?" The fairy asked, stretching out her hands, "And to answer your questions. You had fallen asleep on the floor so I just poofed you clean and into a fresh pair of clothes. Mama got you covered baby. One of the many perks of having a Fairy Godparent. I think you dig it."
"Don't push it," Trixie said. "And yes I know that loser has a name… and after she's gone. I'm going to get my revenge…again! But first I'm going to get some more sleep."
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"Hey twerpet!" Trixie jumped starling from her bed to see the redhead woman had entered her room. Without permission. No one entered her room minus her mother and annoying sisters. The 10 year old looked at the woman confused as she held papers in her hand. A plunger and a toothbrush and a giant devilish grin sat on the woman's face.
"What are you doing in my room?" Trixie asked, annoyed. "Get out! No one's allowed in my room!" She snapped back, "I don't care if you're my babysitter or mother. Get out!"
"Oh am I? Well I don't care!" Vicky snapped back at her. Which only made Trixie blink for a moment. Only one other person had ever snapped back at her like this, "Your parents left you some chores to do. And I want you to do my homework."
"Chores?" Trixie said laughing, "Absolutely not. The only chores I do are dishes and laundry. And it takes me hours to do that. So why don't you do them? Your the dumb babysitter." Vicky glared at her.
"Oh really?" She snapped and with that pulled out a chainsaw, "Do these chores or else!"
"Yawn," Trixie walked away leaving the teenager stunned. "You're going to have to come up with better material with that. Trixie Tang bows to no one."
"Is that so?" Vicky asked. With that she slammed the door behind her and the 10 year old looked at her confused.
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Trixie slammed the door shut fuming with anger. When she ran into him the next time no one had ever beaten her at her own game. Revenge was going to be hers.
