Vickiepedia

Me, freaked out, scared. What to do. Help.

Who would have thought that even Vickie would fear this day? Inevitable searches from “beautiful nipples” to “lean forward tits” didn’t worry me. No. It was a last name. A search – or two searches, rather – on a last name that led to this blog…

The last name of the Deputy Headmistress of the last school I attended. I did a google myself; the school itself came first, then it was mine. There were only two pages of search results in total. I never, ever expected this name to be so uncommon.

And no, I wasn’t praising the Deputy at all. Oh big gee what the holy dear, porno barbecue goodness shit… Shit.

P.S. The following comments are forbidden: “…”, “No comments”, “Har-har”, “Serves you right, bitch”.

Once upon a time, there was this really stupid and impulsive girl named Vickie. It was Easter and the school term was about to end, but Vickie had not been looking for any place to stay because she was busy with her coursework. Well, stupid her, she really should have done her coursework two weeks earlier, instead she left everything to the very last minute. Anyway, she finished all her work and was planning to look for a B&B somewhere downtown, but her friends Vanessa and Janette, who had not anywhere to stay as well, tried a few but were all fully booked. Not easily defeated, Vickie planned to go check out the other B&Bs with her other friend Clara.

Before they started their journey, they met Lila, Liz and Carol the Silverdale cleaners. They were quite surprised that Vickie and Clara were still there, and when they heard about Vickie’s problem, they decided to help, without realising that Linda the caretaker was there. Linda must really wanted to help too, so she called or went or somehow did something, and the problem spreaded to the Headmistress. The Head called Liz and asked her to pass a message to Vickie, that Vickie was to go to her office and see her. Vickie was worried.

“Why?” Vickie asked. “Why would she want to see me?”

“Don’t worry,” Liz reassured her. “I’m sure she just wants to help sort your problem out.”

Vickie still had a really weird feeling about the whole thing, but she went anyway. So there she was, in the Head’s hell office. The Deputy Head was there as well.

“Vickie, come and sit down,” Head. “I heard that you haven’t got a place to stay?”

Vickie swore she could smell the problem. The Head’s face was tensed. She had a frown.

“No, I haven’t got a place to stay yet. I was just going to go down to the other B&Bs and check.”

“Why are you staying in B&Bs? You should go to your guardian’s. Who’s your guardian?” Head.

“My uncle,” Vickie.

“Why aren’t you going to him then?” Head.

“Because it’s all the way up in Scotland and I’m worried travelling all alone with all my heavy suitcases. I had trouble carrying them from Avondale to Silverdale,” Vickie.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, that’s not a problem. We’ll show you how easy it is to get to Scotland,” The Deputy Head said, and went and printed something.

“But I don’t really want to. I really want to stay in Burgess Hill,” Vickie.

“What do you ask for from a B&B?” Head.

“A bed?” Vickie (and breakfast, Helen suggested afterwards).

“That’s really silly. You need safety, warmth, a suitable place to work, and somebody who’ll be worried if you don’t come back!” Head.

– The reason I don’t want to stay in my guardian’s place is that I don’t want somebody to care too much for me. I just want to use the Internet in internet cafes. — Vickie thought.
“But my parents are happy with my decision of staying in a B&B alone in Burgess Hill.” Vickie.

“Let me talk to your mum,” Head.

Vickie called her mother on the Head’s phone and told her all about what happened. — Good thing I know Cantonese and nobody else here does. — Surprisingly, her mother told her off, not because she decided to stay in a B&B, but said she should have just said okay to the Headmistress and pretend to buy a ticket and pretend to go to Glasgow. The Head went on the phone, and Vickie’s mother lied to her about the guardian’s situation, that she would not be available until Saturday.

The argument went on and on. The Head strongly advised that Vickie should not stay in a B&B in Burgess Hill. Strongly advised? She did not give Vickie much of a choice at all! Vickie cried and said, “Okay. I’m going to Glasgow, but I’m staying at my friend Mel’s place for 2 days until my Aunt is available.”

The Head kindly offered to take Vickie to the train station. No, not an offer at all. It was an obligation. Vickie once more did not have a choice. They simply wanted to see Vickie off, because she knew that Vickie would not have the strength to carry all her luggages herself around to look for B&Bs, and that she had not got a place to leave her stuff any more. Talked about genuinely caring for her, and now left her in such a situation.

Vickie could care less. She took a taxi and went straight to London. What would she do next after she went to London? She had not decided. Glasgow? Burgess Hill? She had not a clue. Vickie’s story ends here. Nobody knows what will happen to the poor girl. Nobody cares anyway.