The Fight (Vicky version)

One day after school, Vicky was heading upstairs to her room when she heard someone else's voice.
"'I don't think he knows I even exist.'" said the voice, "'It's so stupid to think about him, but I can't help it.'"
It was coming from Elroy Jetson, who was in Vicky's room, and he was jumping on Vicky's bed while wearing one of Vicky's bras and reading her diary.
"Francis! Ooh, Francis!" said Elroy, as he stopped reading Vicky's diary and did a little breast dance.
"Get out of my room!" shouted Vicky, as she chased her brother out of her room. He screamed as he ran away from the red-haired girl. As she ran to the entrance of her room, she noticed that her door was missing. She muttered, "Oh! My... my... Ah!" And she went into a full-blown screaming fit.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Vicky's parents, John Rolfe and Pocahontas, were having a conversation when they heard the commotion.
"She saw it." said John Rolfe.
"I'm gonna go check out those Lakers." said Pocahontas.
"I'm with you." said John Rolfe. And he and Pocahontas went to the next room to check out the Lakers.
Vicky ran downstairs, still upset.
"Dad!" she called, "Dad, did you see what happened to my d..."
She got cut off when she saw her ex-father, John Smith, at the dining room table, waiting for her. He was not happy at all. Vicky, looking none too happy either, sighed and walked into the dining room.
"I spoke to your principal." said John Smith.
"What?" asked Vicky.
"Just now on the phone." said John Smith.
"Where's my door?" demanded Vicky.
"Privacy is a privilege, Vicky." John Smith told her.
"Where is my door, Dad?" Vicky repeated.
John Smith lectured her, saying, "Your door will be returned to you, Vicky, if and when you can explain to me..."
"I need my door!" Vicky sighed in aggravation, "You give me that door right now or...or... I will commit suicide!"
"Oh!" Elroy smirked, "Can I watch?"
"Elroy!" John Smith said.
Vicky angrily turned around fast. "That's it!" she shouted. And she chased after him one more time, making him scream and leave the hallway.
"Vicky! Vicky!" John Smith hollered after her. She stopped chasing her brother and walked back to the dining room table.
"I think we can dispense with the constant arguments and drama," John Smith said sternly. "And maybe you can just calmly explain to me why you were in detention twice today?"
"OK, I went to detention," said Vicky. "But that was only because Angela MacLachlan kept hitting me on the head with a volleyball!"
"When is this quarrel with Angela MacLachlan going to end?" asked John Smith.
"Never! Because she's an insane psychopath!" replied Vicky, "And you'd know that if you paid, like, a bunch of attention!" And she left the dining room again when John Smith called her name again.
"Vicky?!"
"What?!" Vicky asked angrily, as she stomped back to the dining room.
"I think you know how very much I pay attention, Vicky," said John Smith, as Vicky sighed in disgust. "Enough to know that you got an "F" in math today?"
"Well, Mr. Shepard is out to get me!" Vicky told him.
"Oh, him too?"
"Yes," responded Vicky. "You know, he just looks for ways to torture me. Like today, the one time Francis even spoke to me, he really..."
"Who's Francis?" John Smith cut her off.
"He's just nobody." said Vicky, shaking her head.
"You say I'm not interested, Vicky." said John Smith, "Well, you know I'm interested. Try me."
Vicky sighed. "OK, he's just... this really amazing guy, Dad." she said.
"Where'd you meet him?" asked John Smith.
Vicky said, "Detention, but..."
"Well!" John Smith chuckled, "That sounds promising."
"See? Do you see?" Vicky exclaimed, "Why do I even bother telling you anything?"
"OK!" said John Rolfe, "Who's up for Chinese?"
Elroy raised his hand.
"I am!" he announced.
Vicky, however, shrieked in frustration. "You're ruining my life!" she shouted, "I'm moving out of this house, and I'm never coming back ever, ever, ever, ever again!" She then stomped upstairs to her room in anger and frustration.
John Smith sighed in defeat.
"You had to let your anger out, didn't you, Smith?" asked Pocahontas, "You just HAD to do it!"
Category:Argument Scenes
Category:Conflicts
Category:Fan Fiction
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