Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter Sixteen

Vicky Chance is the last person that we want to come across. I would rather deal with my six brothers than with her, and that is saying something.

In case that you readers are unaware - of course you are because this is my first book - Vicky Chance here is my and Karma's mortal enemy. She used to just be Karma's enemy, however, ever since that Karma and I became friends, Vicky has had her eyes on me, and not in a good way.

Anybody who is a friend of Karma's will be a nemesis of Vicky's.

I do not know why Vicky does not like - no, despises - my best friend. According to Karma, she did not do anything wrong to Vicky. She used to keep to herself before I came into the picture - into her life - so even she does not know why Vicky hates her.

I can only come up with two reasons as to why Vicky hates Karma. Either she is jealous of her...or she just wants someone to bully. Kids and teens usually bully others to make themselves feel better. But my Karma is not like other victims. She does not cry or cower in fear or give in to Vicky. She refuses to let her control her mind and what she does at school and in Forlot.

Vicky is messing with the wrong girl.

Karma slapped her forehead. "My gosh," she choked out. "Oh my gosh. I cannot believe that you are here. I cannot believe that we ran into you."

"I was thinking the same thing...Karma," Vicky spat. "Guess that we cannot be away from each other even when we are not at school. Speaking of school..." She pointed an accusing finger at us. "...why the heck are you losers not in school?"

Karma tilted her head to the side and took in a deep breath. "Why are you not in school, Vicky?"

Vicky hesitated. "...I asked you first."

Karma motioned to us. "I will spare you the details. I know how much you enjoy making fun of the dead."

"I do not make fun of the dead!"

Karma leaned forward and scowled at her. "You were making inappropriate jokes about my dead relatives. That was so uncool."

My bottom jaw dropped. This was the first time that I was hearing this. I did not know that Vicky made a mockery out of Karma's deceased relatives. That was so messed up. So messed up indeed.

Before I could confront her about it, Karma changed the topic. "You still have not told us why you are not at school, Vicky. I mean...I can only assume that you are skipping school. You are skipping school today."

Vicky pretended to be insulted - or maybe it was real - and crossed her arms. "Well...I am not surprised at all."

"Really? Not even a little?"

"Are you deaf? I said that I am not surprised at all."

Karma took a step back. "I just wanted to be sure."

"Oh? You wanted to be sure that you are as stupid as our classmates at school make you out to be?"

I could not keep quiet anymore. I held out an arm to protect my friend from this witch. "Hey, Vicky. Why do you not suck on your hair? 'Cause your hair wants to jump off your head!"

"Ooh!" Karma exclaimed. "Roasted! Carmen roasted you hard!" Then she slapped my hand - hard.

"Ow!" I immediately pulled my hand back and shook it.

"Oops. Sorry, Carmen. My bad."

Vicky put her hands on her knees and laughed like a hyena. "Oh my gosh! You two are jokes! Nothing but two rotten jokes."

I nudged Karma. "I am glad that we are rotten jokes because we do not want to be jokes anyway."

"Good one, Carmen!" Karma complimented. "Dang. You are on a roll today."

I scratched the back of my head. "Let us just say that luck is on my side. If anyone messes with me or with you, I will turn their world upside down."

"Now you are talking!"

"It is too bad that your insults are not enough to win this year's talent show, Carmen," Vicky said. "I think that we know who will win this year."

I tightened my grip on my purse's straps. "There was no need to remind us."

Vicky thinks that she is God's gift to the world. She is a talented girl, but I wish that she would not rub it in other people's faces. There has to be another student who is as talented as her. There just has to be.

That is why my dream is to be talented. I desire to be as talented as her. No, no. I need to even the fields. I desire - and need - to be the most talented. I want to see how she would like it. I will not rub it in her face. I just want to see her flippin' face!

Vicky is as tall as me and Karma. Her hair was a dark orange and long. She always puts her hair in a "nice" ponytail. It would be nice if she actually took care of it, but if she wants to be humiliated, then so be it.

Karma and I will never understand why some of our classmates adore her.

Oh, I know. 'Cause she is talented.

Her clothes are as bad as her hair that was trying its best to escape. She had on this orange, short-sleeved shirt with a white skirt that stretched to her feet and white shoes. No doubt that she was wearing all those to the talent show. Well, I cannot - and definitely will not - stop the audience from laughing.

"With my and Karma's luck, maybe Vicky will choke on a bone," I murmured. I know that was not a good thing to say, but if you only knew Vicky.

"I will enter the talent show, and I will sing!" I said.

Only one problem.