Chapter Twelve:
{Victoria's Point of View}
"Goodnight, lovelies!" Mom sings as she walks down the hall. It's around eleven on a Friday night.
It's been about a week since I stayed up all night to do Olivia' project and stayed home. It's been a week since Tristan dropped by to give me my homework. It's been one week since he extended his offer. It's been one week and I still haven't replied.
I get snapped out of my thoughts by my sweet sister. "Have sweet dreams, Victoria, don't let the monsters bite!" Olivia sneers at me as she peeks out of our adjoined bathrooms. It's a straight shot between my cave and her sex chamber. You have no idea how many times I have heard things come from that room that I swear should belong in a barn. Terrifying things happen in there. Terrifying things that I don't even dare to guess.
As usual, I don't say anything to Olivia' sneer. I just shut the door and go to lay on my bed.
It's that time again.
Monday-
Pushed in the halls, tripped, insulted. Exercise balls were used in PE though. I'm not exactly clumsy, but when put on a too full of air ball... things happen...
Without realising what I'm doing, I rub the bruised skin of right forearm.
Tuesday-
I was ignored in all classes except for PE. The stupid substitute teacher (why do they even have substitutes for PE teachers? Just, why?) decided to let the students pick what torture device- I... uh... I mean exercise equipment- we would use that day. In creepy, arm hair raising unison, every student's head in the class turned to look at me. On every face I saw, was the same sadistic smile... "Sir, could we please do yoga? We all just love yoga!"
Wednesday-
Suprisingly, it was the same as Tuesday. But this time a new kid asked. "Yo! D¡ckwad! Let us use yoga mats!" Thank you, Daniel Nerson! We ended up running all PE because of Nerson's stupidity, but I can't really say that I'm sad. I mean, I would run before using yoga mats anyday.
Thursday-
Same as the day before only we got our actual PE teacher back. And she was not happy with the report. We ran all period for the second day in a row.
Friday-
We used yoga mats. Enough said.
I close my eyes and attempt to drift off to sleep.
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A/N
I will try to come back and at least finish this story. Thank you to all the amazing people being so patient with me and Victoria's story!
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Originally written(but not published... sorry): July 31, 2016
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