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December 11th

The day after the 'grand reopening' was pretty uneventful, but this evening was just terrible. What happened tonight was the straw that broke the camel's back; which doesn't really make sense when you think about it. How can a straw break something?

Anyway, I really wasn't looking forward to the weekend because I knew I couldn't leave the house, but when I came home I was pleasantly surprised. The house was decorated with blue and white ribbons and a candleholder was sitting in the center of our table. My family of course seemed to be getting along just fine without me.

"What's all this?" I asked.

"Today is the first day of Chanukah," Grandma answered.

"Chanukah? Isn't that a Jewish holiday?" I asked.

Grandma and Grampa exchanged glances of confusion.

"Well yes, we're Jewish," Grampa stated.

This took me by surprise. I'd never heard anything about us being Jewish, just German-Irish.

"Wait, but you went to church with us," I pointed out.

"Gram and Gramps always accommodated for mine and my parents' beliefs," dad spoke up. "And in turn we celebrated theirs'. Didn't you ever wonder why you and Tootie got gifts for eight days before Christmas?"

"Not really," I answered with a shrug. "I was just grateful for all the cool stuff."

Dad sighed and shook his head at me, but Tootie managed to perk up his mood.

"I think Chanukah's neat," she said. "Can I light the candles?"

Grandma chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"Tonight we only light two candles: one of the far right and the shamash; that's the one in the middle."

"Oou, neat," Tootie said.

A surge of jealousy went through me then. Once again Tootie was working her charms, trying to get all the attention.

"Hey, I want to light one too!" I spoke up.

"You can each light one," Grandma stated. "Vicky, since you're the oldest you can light the shamash."

Grandma handed me a cigarette lighter and put a candle in the center of the holder. I looked down at the lighter dumbly, trying to figure out how to work the stupid thing. Yes, I know I operate a lot of dangerous weapons and equipment, but somehow something as simple as a cigarette lighter is beyond me. Grandma noticed my plight and grabbed it back.

"Here, let me show you how it's done."

Grandma demonstrated for me and a small flame rose up from the top. Once she let go of the button she handed it back for me to try. After a few attempts I finally managed to get it and held it against the wick of the candle.

"Good job," Grandma congratulated as I handed it back. "Now Tootie, use the candle that your sister just lit to light this one."

My mouth dropped as Tootie picked the candle up.

"Are you friekin kidding me? I had to wrestle with that stupid lighter and Tootie gets to use an already lit candle?"

Grandma and Grampa blinked and exchanged glances.

"Vicky," mom spoke up. "That's how it works: you use the shamash to light the others. Besides, Tootie's too young to use a lighter."

"Oh there you go, taking Tootie's side as usual! You know what? Since she's so fragile and helpless I'll just go ahead and light the stupid thing for her!"

"Hey!" Tootie protested as I grabbed it from her.

As I went to light the other one Tootie jumped up and bumped my arm, causing me to drop it. In that instant the tablecloth went up in flames and soon the entire table was engulfed. Dad grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher and pulled on the lever, but instead of foam spraying out paper snakes did, which made the fire get even bigger. He blinked in confusion and looked at the label.

"Laughy's Prank Fire Extinguisher? VICKY!"

"Oops," I muttered.

Looking back it probably wasn't the best idea to replace the real one with the prank one, but at the time I thought it'd be a riot. He ended up chucking it aside and we decided to just run out. By the time the firefighters arrived our house was pretty much gone.

"Nice going Vicky!" dad yelled. "This is the third time we've lost our house!"

Mr. Turner opened the front door to his house and he and his wife stepped outside.

"Oh boy, we can be roommates again!" he cheered.

"I'll get the spare bedroom ready!" Mrs. Turner announced.

As the wacky duo went back into their house my temper boiled over.

"It's not my fault! If Tootie hadn't bumped into me I wouldn't have dropped the candle!"

"Well you shouldn't have grabbed it from her in the first place," mom said.

"You know what? I'm done with you always blaming me for everything! Clearly you don't want me around, so I'm going to do you all a favor and leave!"

I attached a leash to Doidle's collar and began to take off.

"Vicky, wait!" Grandma pleaded, but I paid her no mind and continued to run.

Considering how few people I got along with I realized that I wouldn't really have any place to go. For a brief moment I considered staying with either Sammy or Megan, but I honestly just want to get away from Dimmsdale altogether. I'm on a bench by the bus station right now waiting for the next ride to Brightsburg. Normally they wouldn't allow dogs on the bus but I snatched some sunglasses and convinced the staff that I'm blind. I just hope none of them look in my general direction. Well, I can see the bus pulling up so I'm going to stop writing for now. Later.

A/N: This is probably the longest chapter I've done in a while. I realize this date for Chanukah is currently wrong, but since the first Diary of an Evil Babysitter took place in 2009 and this happens a few months afterwards I based the date off the 2009 calendar. Let me know what you think about this chapter and the story so far.