Holly! A New Adventure

Chapter 9: Vivian's imagination

       "This is the song Intergalactic, girls." Portia remarked as she showed many people who joined her to the beat. "Everybody here loved the beat. Kids, teens, children and adults with their occupations."

"Super street smart, Portia." said Holly.

"Nothing bad for a porcelain doll." said Lisa.

"I watched the music videos of Beastie Boys." Nikki has put her hand in her hip. "Vivian never had a chance to interrupt."

Hiding herself on a tree, Vivian chuckled evilly as she pulled out a skateboard and a trash can. With the hopes to make Holly feel humiliated and ridiculed by her classmates. "There we go. And anyway, I hate being a incompetent." She said to herself as she walked away.

BONK!

"What?" Vivian asked as she went back to the three and realized that the same girl with the pigtails fell victim of her prank. "Not again!"

"Are you Okay?" Maureen asked.

"She did it again!" The girl with the pigtails whimpered.

"Gee, it was Vivian Frobisher." said Lisa. "She is trying to make you feel humiliated, Holly."

"Vivian? She never did anything to me." Holly put her hands in her skirt pocket.

"Oh, gross!" Britney was disgusted.

"What happened to her?" said a female student.

"AUGH! That rag doll and that porcelain doll are such a pain!" Vivian kicked dust in anger as she crossed her arms. "I'm gonna lose my popularity for them!" She said as she imagined herself as a nerdy outcast being treated cruelly by Lisa, Holly, Nikki and Portia, who are acting as the four popular girls and still friends with Maureen and Bailey. She imagined Verena and Mallory throwing buckets of water at her and then imagined herself going home with Gail and noticed a doll who resembled Holly and begged her mother to buy it. "Mom! Mom! I want a doll!"

"No!" Gail shouted at her as the word No is repeated every time when Vivian tried to tell her a couple of times.

"Please! Please! I can't take it any longer!" Vivian yelled as she found herself at home and tried to tell her sister to buy a doll for her. Only to be ignored every time as she fell into a box which said "Unpopularity". The popular girl tried to open the door as she noticed Lisa and Holly behind her. "Lisa? Holly?"

"Hey, Vivian Frobisher. How are ya?" Lisa tauntingly greeted her.

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"You're the only girl who doesn't believe that dolls can talk." Holly snapped her fingers to reveal a mirror. "What do you feel that your skin looks like?"

"What?" Vivian turned around to see the mirror and saw a reflection of herself as a rag doll. "Oh no! I'm a rag doll!" She shouted as the rag doll Vivian jumped out of the mirror and pulled out a spray paint. She screamed in horror as Portia popped out of the doll and sprayed paint at Vivian.

"Yo, Vivian. What up, sis?" She greeted as Vivian kept imagining millions of Hollies singing happily.

"It rhymes with Holly!" The Hollies sang as Vivian's eyes became widened in fear.

"No! Why are you doing this to me?! WHY?!!!!" Vivian screamed as she fell into reality, panting. She came out of her bed wearing her pajamas and went to the bathroom in a midnight. "Lisa....Holly....Nikki....Portia....They are....Like, They treated me cruelly and wanted to steal my popularity!" She said to herself as she saw her reflection turning into Holly.

"You know my name! It's Holly!" Holly greeted as she scared Vivian.

"Holly, please! Don't steal my popularity!" She said as her mother Gail came to the bathroom.

"Vivian! What are you doing awake in the middle of night?" She asked.

"Mom! I saw...Holly in the mirror. She's trying to steal my popularity from me! My plans to humiliate her and that porcelain doll are not working!"

"A porcelain doll who speaks like....What up?" Gail's voice changed to Portia, spooking Vivian.

"Stop talking to me! Stop talking to me!" Vivian slapped her own face to go back to reality as she looked to the mirror. Her face changed from fearful to cold. "Holly...Why're you doing this to me, you rag dipstick?"

The following morning, the day started as a beautiful day. Holly is sleeping in the bed as Lisa, wearing her pajamas, walked next to her. "Holly, wake up."

"What? What day is it, Lisa?" Holly asked sleepily.

"Today's the day, girl." Lisa pulled out her friend's striped dress on an clothes hanger.

"Wow! Nice!" The rag doll replied cheerfully as she picked up her dress.