What's going on fanfic readers, it's me BACK with an update to My Treasure. Definitely got a lot of great feedback on the last chapter, so as long as that keeps up I plan on updating frequently.

Question for all of you reading, however, is whether or not I should also bring "Lost in the Stars" back? I wasn't able to finish it before it before going AWOL and I definitely feel like it's a quality Sci-fi adventure story. Highly recommend you check it out if you haven't already and let me know if you'd like to see it continued.

Without further ado, here's chapter two:

Chapter 2: House Divided

Birds hidden by the rustling leaves of trees chirped in the early morning of a temperate September day. Brittany stood at the edge of her driveway, with her hand on top of the head of a young female chipmunk. It was Laney's first day of Preschool. And both were clearly nervous but the caring mother also couldn't help but swell with pride. She had spent over an hour this morning helping her daughter pick out a cute combination of a pink t shirt with jeans and did her hair in a cute french braid so that she could look good for her big day.

A loud rackety old school bus could be heard breaking down the road.

Brit took a deep breath and kneeled down next to Laney. "Hey," she said in a soft voice, "look at me."

Her daughter obeyed, turning and locking in with her big, pretty hazel eyes which she had clearly inherited from her father.

"This is it. Ok? Don't forget to listen to your teachers and play nice with the other kids. And make lots of friends!"

"I know mommy," the young chipmunk responded, almost seeming bored by the moment.

Brittany sighed as the school bus rolled onto their street. "Ok."

With a loud his and a long squeal, the bus slowed to a stop right in front of the two.

Brittany pulled her daughter into a tight hug. "I love you, and I am so proud of you. I know you're gonna do great." Finally, she broke away as the bus's glass door opened with the old dragon lady of a driver staring at them impatiently.

"I love you too," Laney said as she hesitantly began hopping towards the steps leading into the old yellow bus. She paused at the top of the steps to look back at her mother and smile and wave as the sliding glass doors closed. Brittany couldn't help but smile and wave back. Her daughter was growing up so fast in front of her eyes, and she was never ready for it.

Finally, as Laney disappeared to find her seat the bus rumbled back to life and started rolling forward. Brit bit her lip from nervousness but quickly shook out of it. It was time to go back inside to start getting ready for work.

Alvin rubbed his temple, not sure how much longer he could take this. The expensive headphones that covered his ears were blasting a clip of the most played song of some Soundcloud artist who called himself "Yung 22". The guy was a textbook wannabe mumble rapper. Alvin couldn't make out half of his lyrics, although the beat and the hook were kind of catchy. There just wasn't any talent.

"That's enough of that shit," he muttered to himself as he moved onto the next artist on his playlist.

Same problem, minus the catchy hook. Alvin groaned. Why were they never any good? The boss had breathing down his neck for over a month, pressuring him into presenting some real talent for the agency to bring in. Alvin Seville could sniff out musical talent from nothing, he was sure of that. But in the entirety of the internet, it seemed there was nothing worthy of his recommendation.

Fed up, he exited soundcloud and opened iTunes. He wasted no time in searching "alvin" before all of the older albums featuring the chipmunks and the chipettes popped up on the screen. He smiled nostalgically at all of the content the six of them produced. Now that was quality music. He clicked on one of the albums and their cover of "Club Can't Even Handle Me" began playing.

Alvin absorbed the mental picture that this song gave him. He remembered the days of the group performing these at sold out football stadiums. How could six singing chipmunks have become "old news" so quickly? He supposed that he will be asking himself that question for the rest of his life.

The scouting office at Jett Records was buzzing with sounds of phones ringing and coworkers gossiping amongst each other. But Alvin drowned it out with the noise of his own past.

Laney nervously sat criss-cross applesauce on the colorful carpet of Mrs. Kilburn's classroom. She did not look much like the other children in the classroom. 4 years old, she understood why. Why she was so much smaller than the other kids and had fur. Her classmates mostly seemed to give her curious looks but not making the effort to interact with her.

Mrs. Kilburn shut off the lights and began wheeling a TV on top of a table in front of the restless class. As the screen slowly came to life, she addressed her class: "Quiet down everyone! Every once in a while for science time I like to treat you guys to a show. Raise your hands if your parents have ever shown you 'Science with Simon'?"

A few kids sitting down, including Laney, enthusiastically raised their hands.

"I like to it to my classes when he comes out with a new episode. I think you guys will learn a lot from this particular one!"

And with that, she hit the play button.

The TV screen went dark for a couple seconds, before a giant burst of bright light swept across it with an explosion. Meteorites and stars flew away from the center of the blast in all directions, much to the delight of the small children watching. The video cut from a rocket launching to acid burning through metal to a bolt of lightning striking a metal rod. It finally faded into an animation of the nucleus of an atom surrounded by electrons zipping all around it, zooming out until none either than the star of the show himself was posing in front of the atom with his arms folded across his chest. Over him flashed the title: "Science with Simon".

Simon Seville, Laney's uncle. She giggled with joy while the other children clapped from excitement as the title screen faded into black. She turned to the girl sitting next to her and said gleefully, "that was my uncle!"

The girl didn't even acknowledge her.

The video opened up underneath the ocean, with the sounds of crushing depth and the pinging of sonar. After a couple seconds, a large, dark object floated in front of the camera, blocking everything else out. This prompted a faint "wooh" from the crowd of preschoolers.

"This is the USS Jimmy Carter," the voice of Simon narrated. "It is one of the most high-tech submarines ever built by man. It is powered by a Nuclear reactor, meaning it can dive underwater for over a month without having to surface. But how does it do that? How can something sink underwater, to depths of over 500 feet, but still be afloat? What causes something to sink, or to float in water? I've decided to dig a little deeper to find out."

Brittany stared at herself in the mirror, wearing only her new red lace bikini. It covered only the centerline of her chest, leaving her cleavage and underboob exposed. And the bottom rode tight up into her ass. She sighed, noticing that there was still a little baby fat she was recovering from. Guess it came with the territory of being a mom.

"Looking good, Brit," said Dustin, the leader of the photography group she had hired. "We're good to start if you are."

She bit her lip nervously before responding, "let's do this."

And with that the array of posing and camera flashing began. Starting off with right where she was standing, at least five different cameramen relentlessly photographed her every move. She switched up her poses from smiling at the camera with her hands on her hips, to poetically staring at the ground with her hands crossed over her shoulders, to her shifting her body 90 degrees and bending one knee, showing off her figure as she made a kissing face at the different cameras.

She switched up and walked slowly over to her bed, followed intensely by five men, some of whom were zooming in and taking pictures exclusively of her ass.

She stopped at the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder seductively biting her lip. Somehow she got the bright idea to lean over, putting her elbows on top of the mattress. This made the flashing of the cameras all the more intense.

Enjoying the rush of attention, she hopped on top of the bed and continued to shift around into different poses, each one more sexy than the last. And although she would never admit it, she enjoyed every second of it.

Half an hour later, she was standing fully clothed with a check in her hand for $1,900.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Seville," one of the photographers said to her.

"Can't thank you enough," another chimed in. "These photos are gonna blow the hell up on the site. You did great work."

"Look, Brittany, baby," Dustin spoke up, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his card. "You've got a future if you want it. Give me a call if you ever wanna do business again. Maybe next time we can up the ante?"

Brit giggled nervously. "I'll give you a call if that's the case, Dustin," she said. "Thanks again."

And with that, the camera crew left, leaving her behind in shock. Almost two thousand dollars. In half an hour of work. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself, "this is not going to be pretty."

Laney had spent the whole school day feeling left out. One half of her classmates pretended she wasn't even there while the other half stared at her like some little freak. She could hear them whispering and laughing amongst themselves while their eyes were on her, making jokes about her. It made her want to cry.

To make herself feel better, she spent her recess drawing pictures in the sand of the baseball field. Pictures of flowers and trees and birds, and she capped it off by signing with her name in all capital print letters.

The sound of footsteps approaching her from behind caused her to look over her shoulder. Julie Maggart and her three best friends walked right up to Laney, who was still crouching in the sand, and peered over her at her sand creations. The young chipmunk got excited to finally be able to talk to some girls at the school. "Hi Julie!" she chirped enthusiastically as she stood up to come face to face with her.

Julie was a bit taller and more built than most of the other kids at the preschool. She had long, glowing red hair and pretty green eyes. "Nice drawings," she said in a huff.

"Th-thank you!" Laney squeaked. "I"

But she was interrupted by Julie spitting in her face, "why are you over here by yourself, freak? Don't you have friends?"

Laney was shocked. "No. No one here will even say hi to me. Do you want to be my friend?"

Julie and all of her cohorts started laughing at her. "Who even let you into this school? You're a chipmunk. Chipmunks don't belong in preschool."

"B-but my mommy said that-"

"Shut… up," Julie cut her off again. "Your mommy is stupid for whatever she said. And my mom said your aunt wants to ruin America."

Laney's eyes went from shock to anger. "Take that back!"

But Julie didn't budge. "You don't talk to me like that." And with that she stomped right over to Laney's drawings and began kicking each one of them into nothing with her squad laughing and cheering her on.

Laney did nothing but watch it happen with her mouth wide open. Once Julie had finished, there was nothing left but sand dust that had been kicked up in the air. A single tear dripped down the chipette's left cheek. "Why would you do that?"

"You needed to be taught a lesson!" Julie retorted matter-of-factly.

Completely filled with rage, Laney clenched her fist by her side. "So do you," she grumbled.

"What?" the ginger girl squinted at her.

But before she could make another move, Laney had pounced onto her, throwing fists at whatever part of the young girl that she could hit until she finally stumbled onto her back into the infield sand. But Laney didn't stop. With Julie trying to block as much as she could, the 4 year old chipmunk continued to punch wildly. Finally, with the redhead holding her arms in front of her stomach, Laney threw her right hand over her head, opened her claws, and swiped them across her bully's face as hard as she could.

With wide eyes from what had just taken over her, the took a couple steps back to look over what she had just done. Julie laid there, breathing heavily, dirty, amidst a cloud of distrubed sand, with a blackened right eye and three deep gashed across her left cheek. They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds before Julie erupted into loud, blubbering crying.

This got the attention of the teacher, Mrs. Kilburn, who sprinted in high heels over to where the five children were. As soon as she saw Julie, still sobbing on the ground, she looked at the other four kids and said, "who did this?"

Julie's three friends all immediately pointed at Laney without saying a word. The young chipmunk simply looked down at the ground, solemnly, knowing she was in big trouble.

"Laney! Come with me! Right now!"

She begrudgingly obliged, taking the teacher's hand and following her towards the school.

"You and I are going to have a chat with the principle. And then we're going to have a chat with your parents."

WOAH Laney fought back! But what are the consequences going to be and how will this affect their family?

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