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December 1st

Today was the first day of December! Only twenty four more days until Christmas! I can hardly wait!

Aside from the fact that the best day of the year (aside from my birthday) is almost here, it snowed last night! We got about a foot of snow, so today was a snow day! Since I didn't have to go to school I figured it was a great opportunity to try and recruit members for my new club: J.E.R.K.S! It stands for Juveniles Engaging in Rage uh…okay, so I haven't completely thought it out: I just thought it sounded cool. But, I will think of a meaning!

Anyway, I set up a snow fort at the park with a bunch of posters. Some Goth kids approached me and asked what the whole J.E.R.K.S thing was about, so I explained.

"J.E.R.K.S. is an anti-twerp organization, like B.R.A.T, only cool! You not only get to torment twerps but I'm working on a revolt against Lauren Ledergerber and her friends too!"

"So what are our benefits?" a guy with dreads asked.

"Benefit?" I asked in confusion.

"Yeah," a girl with a nose ring spoke up, "All the clubs have some kind of benefit program: the cheerleading group has make-up coupons, the nerd group has discounts on gaming software, and with our group all members receive a free black shirt with every fifty poems they write."

"You really haven't thought this through, have you?" asked a guy with a Mohawk.

"GET LOST!" I yelled, "I don't need your stinkin' support!"

I gritted my teeth as I watched them walk off. After they left the twerp sled down the hill on a green sled with a face and almost destroyed my fort. He saw me and screeched and I picked him up by his purple scarf.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" I screamed, "You almost destroyed my fort and signs!"

"Signs? What the heck are you trying to do?" he commented.

I growled and brought one of the signs up to his face.

"I'm starting up a group: J.E.R.K.S! Juveniles Engaged in…forget the meaning! The point is I'm trying to start up a group to get my reputation back and humiliate Lauren!"

"You're not going to recruit anyone with that attitude," Timmy mumbled, but I could hear him perfectly fine.

"I'd watch your mouth if I were you! As soon as I get some goons you, Lauren, and everyone else in this stinkin' town is gonna be toast!"

A passerby stopped and anxiously looked in my direction.

"Oh boy, did someone say toast?" he cheered, "I love toast!"

"There's no toast!" I yelled at him, tossing the twerp aside, "Now join my group or get lost!"

He scoffed and walked away.

"The nerve of some people!" he commented.

Needless to say I didn't recruit a single soul. Even the grumpy old man down the street didn't want to join. Maybe bucktooth is right: maybe I do need to change tactics.

Well, I'm going to go drown my sorrows in a cup of hot cocoa. Later!

A/N: And thus Vicky begins reflecting upon her herself. What will this possibly lead to? Let me know what you think about this chapter and the story so far.