Chapter 3: Chocolates

  I was smiling as I stepped on the bus. My bright neon pac man shirt made me seem even more peppy. Then came the ripped jeans and leather boots. Sometimes I believe my sister is right, I'm a nut. But hey, I like nuts! Cashews, almonds, pecans, whatever. I'm just trying to shake off everything. She may think I'm crazy, but let her mope her way out of life. I for example will live life to it's fullest. Last year I was a nerdy punk, but I was always depressed because I had no friends, other than Ethan.

     Ethan.

   "Well, life is like a box of chocolates! You pick one and you never know what you'll get!" I always remember him telling me kind jokes, he found my soft center. At school, I'm hard and with an indestructible friendship wall to my inner feelings, no one ever becomes my friend. But Ethan just saw who I really was. Just like the kids back home. There where four, quadruplets, they where kind and saw through my every barrier. But they where home schooled. Ethan I sat next to at lunch, him and his long black hair and grey eyes. I respected him, he was smart and a social butterfly. He was so smart, he "tutored" me through all sixth grade until I was the smartest kid of all, smarter than Ethan. But now he's gone. Giving me another chance to pout.

Oh joy.

   I had a spiked choaker and pac man necklaces along with my many earrings, all pac man and spike themed. My bangs where colored a surprising neon purple, which parted with my brown hair nicely. My face which was already emotionless turned to anger when she came on. She was in Valentine and I's class. She was perfect at everything, her and her younger brother. I watched out the window as they walked in the bus, and I stared at their house. A mansion! I exclaimed in my head. Too perfect. To make it worse, the she devil sat next to me. She always does that! I grimaced. Her short plaid skirt fit well on her legs, and they seemed custom made and hundreds of dollars and very ugly, and her shirt was sickening too. Then I realized me and Valentine forgot out school uniforms. We where supposed to buy them at school yesterday. I banged my head on the window, trying to make myself black out. 

"Don't do that." She said, with her eyebrows knitted in worry. 

"I'm sorry, what is your name?" I said, with the attitude I was hoping for. 

"I'm Victoria, but everyone calls me Tori, sorry for the mislead introduction your highness." I was beginning to think she wasn't that bad. Maybe if I tried.. 

"Whatever Vikki." I sighed, staring at the window. 

"Uh, hello, Tori! My name is Tori! Get it right You little twit!" She whisper shouted. 

"Oh jeez! I upset the momma bear! I forgot to respect my elders, you artifact," It was really dumb, but then I added, "Vikki." That seemed to set her off. It was like a bomb exploded, Tori stood in the middle of the bus isle. She was going to point a perfectly manicured finger at me and tell me to say sorry, until the bus stopped and she fell into some sticky moldy gum on the floor in back of her. I acted really surprised, then the "waterworks" came. 

"I'm so sorry! But why did you do that to me anyway?" I asked, trying to sound sincere. The bus driver came to my side and told me everything was OK and to explain what happened. "She was telling me I was stupid because I didn't wear the uniform and I was irresponsible and I should just drop out while I have a chance." I sniffled, blowing my nose into a tissue. Wow, this is better than expected! I hope she'll spread rumors, because I'd like to be left alone. And then came Valentina, and she was helping Tori get the gum out of her hair. All through the day she sat next to her. I see she has made a new friend.