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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3. We burn the Bowlplex

I was thinking about going over to Louis' house to deal with him. But, his mum and dad might be there and they will be all annoyed and cross at me and tell me to go home. And, as Kim pointed out, why would I ever go to Louis' house? There would be no reason, whatsoever, why I would need to go there. Like ever. 

Ok, so we've got that accomplished, let's move on. We couldn't go outside today- it was pouring with rain. In the morning, Kim had to leave almost immediately after breakfast, so I was stuck inside with my mum. Yeah, I know, I make that sound like a bad thing when it's totally not. My mum is a total angel, I am not even kidding. Finally it stops, and I go over to the bowling alley, with Kim, Matt and Joe. They were back to normal, thank goodness! I asked Matt to invite Louis, which took a lotta will power, take it from me! Anyways, I needed him to be there, so I could kick his smug little butt! I three words- I couldn't wait.

Yeah, I know, I seem mean, right? Well, digest this, its called revenge. What has he ever done to me, you say? Only tried to steal all of my best friends. Apart from that, nothing much. So I called Kim about bowling.

"Heya!" I could hear her voice loud and clear.

"Hey" I replied. "All ready for bowling at twelve?"

"Totes mc goats" she replied. 

"Ok, see you there!" I put the phone down. Then I called Matt and Joe and we had pretty much the same conversations. The bowling alley was only a fifteen minute walk from my house, so I left at twenty to twelve.

You could say that the walk was uneventful. The only funny thing was that some crazy man was running across the road to save his 'dear' pet pigeon from flying away. I know. I bet you're thinking 'uneventful? What does this girl see?' But yes. I see that man everyday. It's no biggy.

I reached the bowling alley at ten to twelve. We had reserved slot three. I went over and got my bowling shoes on, when I saw Kim coming in through the doors. I waved.

"Hey" I said as she came over to put on her bowling shoes.

"Hi" she replied, tying up the laces on her shoes. We then saw Matt and Joe, driven by Joe's mum. Finally, we were ready. Then, suddenly, I saw a super fit guy, just like the ones on Abercrombie & Fitch bags. Trying to act all cool I sauntered over to find a bowling ball. Like a idiot, I get one of the heaviest ones and literally can't lift it. I bite my lip and go for another one, one of the lighter ones this time.

As I walked back to the lane, my palms were sweaty. Uh oh. Bad sign. Let me explain, reader, that when my palms are sweaty, it's usually just before I do something utterly stupid. I couldn't back out now. Especially as Louis was just arriving. Boy, he was late! It was half past twelve. Unfashionably late, Louis. Trying to ignore his icy glare, I bowled. Oh no. I had made a terrible mistake. I was staring at the super-hot-abercrombie-and-fitch-boy whilst I was bowling and I had tossed the bowling ball into another lane. Well, no, not into another lane. Into a vending machine. O malʹchik.

Hey guys! Enjoying my book so far? This chapter is dedicated to my friend, Gracejazzybee. The bit of Russian at the end, the 'totes mc goats' and the cliffhanger was all for her. I will try to write more soon! Bye! Snickers xoxoxoxo

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