Chapter 3

When Camille walked the few 40 feet necessary from her house to Veruca's, she started to hear the party music, that of the most popular boy bands at the time, like the Oh Boyz. Her eyes widened as she came to the massive front door and began to ring the doorbell that sounded like a droning chant:

THE HOLY VERUCA IS GOOD

THE HOLY VERUCA IS GREAT

THE HOLY VERUCA IS SUPERIOR OVER ALL!

The elegantly designed side doors with the golden initials V and S slowly opened before her. One of her burly servants opened up the door and replied "O Great and Sacred Veruca, Camille is here for the party!"

She was just in time to witness one of Veruca's eight parades that the servants were promising to hold her. Around 40 people were in attendance so far, but most of them were of the high-class variety around West Middleton and the football players that she wanted didn't arrive…yet.

The parade of Veruca consisted of six servants in the front and six servants in the back, two abreast to each other. Of the 40 partygoers, 15 viewed the parade of Veruca. They were performing the goose-step with Springfield Drill Rifles that Mr. Salt used the school board to bully the Middleton High Music Department into giving Veruca them. Even though it seems to be improbably to hold a parade, the mansion was well cavernous enough to overhear the 'glorious deeds' of the deb. In the middle of the two groups of servants stood four heavy and burly butlers, carrying a throne of gold on each handle from the finest and polished gold that the world has ever seen. And on the royal throne, the blood-red cushions, sat the Princess herself, Veruca, dressed in a sparkling gold flowing dress that seemed to fit her figure and cut off low around the bosom. The butlers held up her throne up high at the zenith of her feared power.

Veruca held her golden scepter engraved with her VS initials on them up high and touted her power. "Ah, I so love these parades dedicated to myself….." the peanut deb smiled and evily grinned before spotting Camille below her. She clapped her hands and ordered her husky butlers carrying the golden throne, "My butlers, lower my throne! My BFF is here and I want you to acknowledge her presence immediately!"

The butlers nodded their heads as they lowered the golden throne Veruca was sitting in to Camille's level.

Camille hugged her longtime 'friend' once the peanut deb got off her throne. "Hey, Veruca! Nice poppin' party going on!" She looked around and saw the party-goers in the shadows of Veruca's onsite restaurant, most of them a part of the elite class of Middleton, partying around to MC Honey's music, laughing gaily to the music.

"Thanks, Camille," Veruca grinned as she snapped her fingers to the butlers, indicating that she wished to talk with Camille. The butlers left, hoisting up the golden throne in the air.

Veruca then turned to Camille smiling while the two were walking to the hallway of the on-site restaurant, "So ready for summer on the beaches of California or maybe Hawaii?"

Camille replied happily while flipping out her shades from her designer handbag, "Yep, Veruca, I so, like, can't wait for the beaches of Hawaii!"

"Yeah, me too!" the deb smiled, and then turned to the restaurant right in front of her, "Ready for the party to begin?"

"Yep!" Veruca nodded her head before getting a vibrating noise on her cell. Hurriedly, she took it out!

The message read from one of her guards: "The football players are here, O Mighty and Glorious Veruca! They are on the way to the restaurant!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes!" Veruca shrilled with excitement trembling in her voice. "They're here!"

She squealed with joy as she heard the familiar voices of the nine Mad Dog football players right down the hallway, echoing along about what grueling practices Coach Barkin was putting the players through for the upcoming season. They were all dressed up with their suits and ties and put on their finest of colognes.

One of the players walked up to Veruca and waved to her, "Hey, Veruca, hot stuff and beautiful!"

Veruca took these in as compliments with a smirk, "Hey, players, ready for the party to begin?"

"Surely, Veruca!" a second of their players, the Mad Dogs' star tight end, replied "Heard you got one of the best parties around!" He was a first-time party goer.

The players, Veruca and Camille approached the restaurant where the partygoers were.

Most of the girls, aged around 16 to 19, were wearing skimpy costumes that were cut either too low or too high to show some amount of cleavage that many of the parents of Middleton would find luxurious doors opened up and the partygoers were celebrating Veruca's glory. And it was exactly what the other Middleton parents feared the most. Around five of the partygoers, all of them teens, took out a pack of cigarettes from their handbags and began to smoke on the cigarettes and fill the air with smoke. Veruca then took out one of the buttons from her designer handbag and activated it.

The northeastern part of the restaurant then began to turn around and it revealed a stocked bar with alcoholic beverages of beer, wine, but also heavy beverages too: gin, whiskey, and stocked with vodka. One of Veruca's servants served as the bartender. On the bar stools, there stood around three partygoers, aged 17 to 19, drunk with glasses of vodka and two empty bottles of beer.

The other guys, excluding the rich football players, were drinking bottles of beer.

In the back of her mind, a conscience of Camille, an angel, popped into her head saying "This is starting to, totally like, get out of hand. Like, drinking and smoking by minors is totally wrong! Camille, you gotta get totally out of here!"

But then another conscience popped into the rear of her head, a caricature of the devil, to the right "C'mon Camille, like totally enjoy the party! You only get one shot at this! Then it's off to college where, like, the booze will flow freely! Like, alcohol and cigs everywhere! You'll be totally the star of the party!"

Veruca, noticing that Camille's eyes were darting back and forth, asked "What's wrong, Camille? You seem confused!"

"Ughh…it's, like, nothing. Nothing's wrong, Veruca!" Camille nodded her head while coughing a little bit because of the cigarette smoke coming from the mouths of under-aged partygoers.

"Mmm…okay, Camille!" the deb smiled before turning to one of her personal elevators attached from the restaurant to her room where her elevator operator was standing by. For some reason, it gave Veruca an awful idea.

"Camille, I'm gonna go up to my room for a few minutes. Can you instruct my butlers to give them food while I change into my favorite outfit?" Veruca asked of her friend while going to the elevator. She nodded to the operator as he pressed the button to led to her room.

"Okay, Veruca!"

Camille nodded her head and motioned to the butlers of Veruca and they provided food, mostly candy and cakes, to the players.

The football players had no idea what was going on.