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CHAPTER 1 – When All Hope is Gone

Dear diary,

At around 3:15 in the afternoon on May 16th, I came home from school to an empty house. Well…at least I thought it was empty. Mom and Dad left a note saying that it was date night, and that they were going out to dinner & a movie, and that Vicky would make us something to eat. Yeah, right. This is Vicky were talking about here. That meant I was going to have to be the waiter, the chef, and the dishwasher all in one tonight. With that being said, I decided to find where Vicky was in the house so that I may take her order and get started with making our dinner. I had called her name several times, but I got no replies. I decided to go upstairs and enter the torture chamber that was her room, but when I got to her door, I heard loud crying. This was something that I never heard Vicky do before, as she was the one who usually is the cause of making others behave this way, believe me...I know. What could be wrong I thought? It has been at least an hour now, and she is STILL crying just as hard. I am going to have to start dinner soon, so I guess I'm just going to have to toughen up, go in there, and ask her what she wants; and maybe see what is bothering her. Wish me luck.

Sincerely,

Tootie Flannigan.

Tootie then closed her diary, locked it, and slide it under the papers in her right bottom drawer of her dresser. She then took a deep breath and thought to herself about how much physical pain and anguish this was going to cause her. No one dares go into Vicky's room, unless she brings you up or invites you in. This almost never happens. Tootie then walked up to the door, she was still crying. Tootie thinking to herself thought, "What had happened today that made her cry so much?"

Tootie then fixed her glasses, and knocked on the door, Knock, knock, knock, went her tiny fisted knuckles on the door as she followed up with, "Vicky, can I come in?" "GO AWAY TWERPETTE & LEAVE ME ALONE!" Screamed the upset fiery redhead from behind her door. Tootie countered with the following, "FINE! If you don't tell me what you want for dinner, then you're going to eat what I make! I'm not going to cook two separate meals you know!" The only response Tootie got was more of the same loud screaming & crying.

Tootie began to worry. This was unlike Vicky. It was unbecoming of her character. She was tough, yet militant in many ways. Nothing made her cry. What could have happened that made her want to cry so profusely. Tootie then called out to her one more time, "Vicky, do you want to talk to me about it?" All of a sudden, the was a moment of silence. It was almost erie, like the calm before a big storm hit. This gave Tootie a small quiver up her spine while waiting for her response. All of a sudden, she heard a series of loud footsteps stomp around the room. Next was a series of locking sounds that began to slide, click, and clack. Then, the door opened rapidly, and there stood a visibly upset Vicky. Her face was as red as her hair, which was also frizzy and messed up. She was wearing a pretty off the shoulder yellow sundress that stopped short above her knees. She looked like a total hot mess with soggy tears rolling down her face & cheeks.

Tootie stood there frozen in her doorway, waiting to see what punishment awaited her for disturbing her older, yet meaner sister. A look of fear came across the little 12 year olds face as she was just about to speak up. Vicky then spoke loudly at the small bespectacled girl, "If you want to know what I want for dinner, just order us a two large pizzas with mushrooms & pepperoni! Also, make sure they deliver two bottles of cola and a gallon of vanilla ice-cream for me too!" Vicky then threw two twenty dollar bills at her sister, and then proceeded in her motions to slam the door in her face.

Tootie had to act fast, as Vicky was getting ready to slam the door, Tootie put her foot between the door and the jamb, to prevent it from closing all the way shut. "Vicky, please, talk to me? It might help make you feel better. Please… I'm not used to seeing you this way." Pleaded Tootie to her older sister. Vicky, having very little to almost no friends at all who cared, looked at Tootie and said, "Fine, I'll tell you, but if you tell anyone else about what I'm about to tell you, then you're dead!" Vicky replied in the mist of anger to her prying little sister. Tootie then nodded, and proceeded to sit on Vicky's bed.

As she sat on the bed, Vicky began to tell her what happened, "Well, if you must know, I went to school today, all dressed up and looking my best. In fact I have been doing it for the past 4 weeks now." Tootie did not noticed that Vicky had been dolling herself up all this time. She usually ignores Vicky since she shows no interest in her social life at all. Besides, Tootie's time is always pre-occupied by Timmy, The Sugar Cream Puffs, and her Dance Classes. Vicky continued, "I was being nice to several different guys around school. You know, trying to get them to notice me." "Anyone in particular?" Tootie asked. "Let me finish will ya!" Snapped Vicky. "Anyway, I was looking good and being as pleasant as I could be all this time…(Vicky then started to break down and cry again.)And…sniff, not any one of them would ask me out to the senior prom." Vicky then began to cry hard into the pillows of her bed.

Tootie just sat there in shock. She had no idea that the prom meant so much to her big sister. She really wanted to go. Tootie knew how important this dance was to a young woman. Tootie too dreamt of Timmy asking her to their prom when they got older. Tootie then remembered, that Vicky never went to her junior prom either. Probably for the same reason as this one she thought. Tootie then patted her on the back and asked, "Does it have to be a boy from this school Vicky? Could you ask out somebody else?" Vicky just screamed out loud to her sister, "Don't you think I tried that! I even put ads on a public dating web-site. I even offered to pay for the whole night, but no one responded within the tri-county area. So, do you know what that means? It means, no one will go with me, or even ask me out on a date; and the prom is less than 2 weeks away!" Just as Vicky said that the water works erupted again.

Tootie thought long and hard about this next question. She was sure to get a verbal lashing from this one, but she had to ask to be sure. "Couldn't you just go by yourself Vicky? Do you really need a man to take you to the Prom?" Vicky sat up and gave her the meanest scowl you could image before saying, "Oh yeah, that's just what I want to do now isn't it? Show up without a date? What better way to show the whole school that I am a total loser!" After answering Tootie's question, she then buried her face back into her pillows again.

Tootie then got up and said, "I think I'll go put our dinner order in now." As she was leaving the room, she looked over her shoulder as she began to slowly close the door to Vicky's room. Tootie could see Vicky was in a lot of pain & misery. She really wanted this. This is truly a special time in an 18 year old girl's life. "I need to help her…but how?"

Hope you like the story so far. I will be updating soon, but I would like to hear some comments on what you think so far. When I have between 3 to 5 comments, I will post the next chapter.

Coming soon: The Cold, Hard, Truth