Victorious

Tori is a fourteen year old girl living in the south of England. She loves to hang out with her friends: Kim, Joseph, Matt and Louis. Louis isn't really one of her friends, he's Matt's. And only recently, she's realised how determined he is to get inside her friendship group and steal her friends. He wants to be friends with everyone inside her friendship group. Except her.
So Tori goes out on a daring mission, not just to recover her friends for Louis' grasp, but to get rid of him altogether. Sounds easy, right? Just what Tori thinks. But it isn't at all easy if Louis has the power to completely stop you in your tracks, in ways which aren't even imaginable.

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10. I steal a car and break into someone's house

I shut my eyes. Why had it all come to this? It just started with eating gum, then accidentally burning down a Bowlplex, then the fight, then finally me arriving at Damian's house so he could kill me. 

A few moments passed. I wondered why Damian wasn't shooting at me yet. I suddenly heard a click, and Damian swore. I opened my eyes. He glared at me. 

"Consider yourself lucky, Victoria" he spat. "I'm all outta bullets." I breathed a sigh of relief. He grinned. "But hey, it's not over yet. Stay here whilst I get some more." And he ran inside with a surprising gracefulness. 

Of course I didn't stay in his garden. I saw the wooden fence which separated his land from his neighbours. I ran over to it and tried to grab hold of the top. Sharp splinters tore at my flesh as I attempted to pull myself up. My feet refused to grip onto the wood and I felt myself losing grip. I could hear Damian in the kitchen, searching his cupboards for bullets. That gave me strength. I pulled myself up and felt one of my feet reach the top of the fence. I pulled the other one up and at that moment, I saw Damian loading his gun in the garden. I tried to jump down, but I was paralysed in fear.

"Adios, Victoria" Damian smiled and pointed his gun at me. I suddenly leapt into action. I jumped off the fence into the neighbours' garden as I heard Damian pull on the trigger. I heard him swear as he missed. I looked around. I could see the neighbours' back door open and I rushed into it. They seemed to be upstairs as I raced through the house. I saw the front door. When I reached it, I pulled on the handle. It was stiff. Unlocked, but stiff. I could hear the people in the house murmuring upstairs and I knew they were going to come down any minute and I had no way of explaining myself. I could feel the cold metal handle digging into my splinters and cuts. Suddenly the door came open. I raced outside as the neighbours' finally reached the door. 

I glanced around. How could I escape? I suddenly saw a car, with the door open and the key in the ignition. Without even pausing, I climbed inside and started the engine. My mum had got me driving lessons when I was ten, and they seemed to come in useful. I slammed my foot on the accelerator and zoomed out of the drive as I saw Damian standing in the road behind me. I could hear him shooting at the car. I swerved and missed, although I was sure that the car would have some nasty scratches. 

When I was safe, I suddenly wondered why Damian had been so desperate to get rid of me. I wasn't a very valuable person, and no way was I some sort of spy. 

I also realised that I had just stolen a car. Oops. Suddenly, I heard a thump on the roof. I shrugged and thought it was nothing, although there were no trees around and we were on a motorway. I didn't notice Damian's face upside down in the window, until I glanced outside and saw him. Pointing his gun at me. 

"This time," he shouted above the noise, "I'm not gonna miss!" 

"Wait!" I suddenly shouted. "Why do you wanna kill me? Why am I so important?" 

"Let me in the car and I'll tell you!" 

"Er, no way!" I swerved to try and get him off the roof. 

"Ok then," he sighed. "I'll tell you anyway. I need money. I want money. How am I going to get powerful without money?" I rolled my eyes. 

"Go on," I shouted. 

"So I went to the hospital. I know that blood is selling very well at the moment, especially the rare types." He paused. "I looked at blood tests and samples. You recently went for a blood test."

"When I was two!" I was starting to get really annoyed at Damian. 

"Yeah, so anyway, your blood. It's my money. You have a very rare blood type. And if I had all of your blood, I could sell it and be rich. Plus, I decided to take all of your friends to make me look like 'Mr Nice Guy.'" I swerved again. "So now you know the story." He pointed his gun at me. 

I got so mad. Just as he pulled on the trigger, I gave the most violent swerve yet, knocking Damian off the car. Everything seemed to happen very quickly. His bullet went into another cars' roof. Damian gave a sickening crack as he hit the floor. Cars stopped and there was a huge pile-up. People got out of their cars to help him and glared at me. 

So I decided to drive away. All in a day's work.

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