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December 6th

Grandma and Grampa Rosenburg dragged the whole family to church today, after much convincing. It wasn't me they had a problem recruiting though; it was my parents. I'd heard about church and was curious to see what it was all about, but my folks weren't too keen on the idea of me going.

"Listen, if Vicky wants to go then she's going," Grampa Rosenburg told my parents.

Mom and dad shook nervously.

"B-But church is a holy place!" mom stated.

I scowled and crossed my arms.

"What are you trying to say?" I growled.

"Look, Vicky is going and that's that," Grandma spoke up. "You should be more compassionate towards your daughter."

"THANK YOU!" I stated. Boy am I sick of my folks treating me like an outcast. I know I'm probably not the best kid, but I'm still their kid dammit!

So gram and gramps took us all to this Catholic church in the outskirts of town. It was pretty cool. They handed out free crackers and drinks, not to mention they passed around a plate of free money. I got a hold of a fifty dollar bill! After everybody got done singing Tootie and some other kids went to this thing called Sunday School. School on a Sunday? Lame!

After the runt left the pastor started telling these boring stories about a talking fire or something. I got really thirsty in the middle of the story and got up to find something to drink. All of the grape juice was gone so I went over to this stand where they had a bowl of water. There weren't any cups nearby so I just cupped my hands and stuck in the bowl.

The water was freezing! I pulled my hands right back out and started screaming. The pastor stopped talking and looked over at me, along with everyone else.

"The holy water burns her!" someone yelled. "She must be possessed!"

"What? I'm not possessed!" I protested.

"She's possessed by the devil! Grab her legs!" a man screamed.

Grandma and Grampa, as well as my folks, tried to step in and stop them, but the crowd jumped me and dragged me up to an altar, where the pastor was holding a Bible and a bottle of water.

"The power of Christ compels you!" he yelled, throwing the water on me.

"Hey! You're getting me wet!" I yelled.

"Stop this right now!" Grandma Rosenburg yelled. "She is not possessed! She's one of the sweetest girls I know!"

Mom and dad looked at one another nervously. I hoped that they wouldn't rat me out again like they did at the Dr. Bill show. Luckily they kept their mouths shut and eventually the mob let me go. Needless to say we left not too long after that. The family wanted to go out somewhere to eat, so I suggested that we try Cake 'N Bacon. I could get them a discount at Yak-In-The-Box, but that place is just terrible. I wouldn't even give their food to the twerp.

Everything was going pretty good when we got to the restaurant, until Lauren and her friends showed up. They scowled at me and crossed their arms.

"Well, look who it is: the traitor," Lauren hissed. "You have some nerve showing your face around here!"

"This is a public place! I'm allowed to eat here if I want!" I pointed out.

"That's right," Grampa spoke up. "If you girls have a problem you can leave!"

"Stay out of this old man!" Lauren hissed.

"DON'T YELL AT HIM!" I spat, getting off my chair.

The manager saw us and rushed over.

"Girls, please, just settle down," he pleaded.

"Fine," Lauren huffed. "We were just leaving anyway."

"Yeah, they shouldn't let dogs in here," Alyssa commented.

At that point I lost it. I grabbed a roll of bread out of the appetizer basket and tossed it at the back of Alyssa's head. She let out a yelp and turned around.

"Oh it is on!" she hollered.

Alyssa and the other brats grabbed nearby food and started throwing it at me, and I threw some back. The customers, including my own family, ducked for cover under the tables while the manager stood by watching in shock. Eventually he blew on a whistle and got our attention, and he was red in the face.

"That's it! I want you all out of my restaurant, and you aren't allowed back for as long as you live!"

My mouth dropped in appall of his statement. I tried to reason with him but he pushed me and the B.R.A.T.s out of the restaurant. Tootie, my folks and my great grandparents weren't very happy on the ride back to the house.

"A life long ban. That's a long time," dad commented with a glare.

"What are you mad at me for? It's not like he banned you," I pointed out.

"We just wanted to have a nice day," mom muttered.

"It's not my fault! If it wasn't for Alyssa-"

"SHUT UP!" dad screamed. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD!"

When I was little I used to try and sway my parents with tears, but as I got older I realized that scaring them was the best way to deter their anger. With my great grandparents around though I realized I couldn't do that, and I think my parents realized that too.

"You're grounded for a week!" dad yelled. "You're only allowed to go to school and work. That's it!"

"A week? Oh come on!" I protested.

At that point mom and dad stopped speaking to me altogether. I can't believe I'm grounded for a whole week? How am I supposed to organize J.E.R.K.s now? Ugh, my life just keeps getting worse and worse. I'm going to bed. Later!

A/N: I always thought it was odd that in Homewrecker Vicky was scared of her parents and after Channel Chasers it was the other way around. The only thing I can think of is that she saw how well scare tactics worked on her clients so she decided to do that to her parents as well. Vicky's parents must be loving that Grandma and Grampa Rosenburg are hanging around. Feel free to leave a review.