Imagine Victorious

Chapter One

"Miss, do you want for me to get you a ride?"

I glance up from the book I'm reading and quickly acknowledge the man that's spoken to me.

"Oh, I'm okay. My uncle is supposed to be here to pick me up soon. Thanks though!"

The man just nods his head and goes back to reading his paper. I pick my book back up, and begin to read where I left off. Sure enough someone else asks a question; not that I minded, I mean at least it was something to do.

"So... where you from?" a woman with little ears asks.

"Ma'am?" I ask, confused about how she could tell I wasn't from Hollywood.

"Well, you're just not dressed like a normal person from around here. I figured you were from out of town." she stated sort of snobbish like.

Immediately I looked down at what I was wearing: cut off jeans, a Luke Bryant t-shirt, and boots. What was wrong with what I was wearing? My self-consciousness soon turned to anger. I had just met this woman and still knew that I didn't like her one bit. Who was she to judge what I wore? I opened my mouth to say something that I knew I shouldn't just as a blast from an old truck horn filled the air.

Honk! Honk!

I followed the bewildered gazes of the man and lady that I had previously been talking to; sure enough, Uncle Sikowitz pulled up in a banged up, old Ford pickup blaring his weird music way too loud.

As I stood up and grabbed my bag, the lady that I had grown to dislike so quickly gave me an awestruck look and asked if I was going home with that thing.

"Um... excuse me, but that thing is my uncle. And although he may be weird and even crazy, he's a heck of a lot better person than you will ever be. Good day to you."

I stomped off the platform quickly, not giving her anytime to respond. I gave Sikowitz a quick hug, threw my bag in the bed of the truck, and hoped in.

"What's bugging you?" Sikowitz asked.

Even though I hadn't seen Uncle Sikowitz in over three years, he was still exactly how I remembered him: weird, but some how intelligent, and straight to the point. I knew there was no point in trying to hide anything from him because he always found stuff out, even if I didn't want him to, so I told him everything that had happened since I had shown up to Hollywood.

"Kid, I'm going to tell you something that will get you through the rest of your life if you remember it. Life is like a coconut; you've got to be tough on the outside and soft on the inside."

I just sort of stared at him; I mean what do you say to something like that? First off, as much as I don't want to admit it, that's actually sort of true. But second off, that's not even related to what we're taking about.

"Thanks... you always give the best advice Uncle Sikowitz," was the only thing I could think to say.

"Awww. I know that. There's no need for you to tell me," he said with an emotion free face, not allowing me to see if he was joking or being serious.

Because I only saw Sikowitz every few years, I had to catch him up on my life every time I saw him: what my grades were in school, who I had dated, what sports I had been playing, etc.

When my mom had first offered for me to move in with Uncle Sikowitz and attend the school where he works, I had been more than a little apprehensive. I mean, I love Sikowitz, I really do, but he can just be a little odd at times. Now that I was here though, I knew that I had made the right choice in coming. Was I going to miss my family and friends? Yeah, but I'd get to meet new ones here and hang out with Sikowitz. It would be fun.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to an old building that looked to be abandoned.

"Why are we stopping here?" I asked more than a little confused.

"What do you mean? This is my house Y/N."

I had to think fast to make it look like I wasn't bashing his place. I don't want for him to think I'm some ungrateful brat that he just invited to spend several years with him.

"That sounded way different from what I meant for it to. I meant, why are we stopping here. I didn't know you lived in such a nice place," I put on the best fake, genuine smile I could.

"Well thank you Lily! That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my house. I really try to keep it nice looking for the neighborhood," He said with that weird little smile he does.

He led me inside and gave me a tour of the whole house. Not going to lie, it was disgusting. I had originally planned to go out and walk around town tonight, but I decided I could do that next weekend. I would just clean the entire house top to bottom; that way I would have a clean place to live.

I walked to the room that was to be mine. I moved a coconut off my bed and sat down. What was with all these empty coconuts? Heck, who was I to judge. I have work to be done.