Beastella...inst 2

Estella and Viktoria were just outside of the schools office,their teacher has just left them alone,to wait by the school secretaries desk for the principal, Mr Jenkins. Vikki makes one final threat to Estella,in a whispered hush. "Remember what i said,no ratting me out, or you will reallllllly regret it,Bitch." Although not really scared by Vikki's warning,Estella did take it with moderate caution.
As they were led into the principals office , it was with obvious disdain that he looked up at Vikki, rolling his eyes as if to say 'her,again'. After only a few moments lecture,the principal had decided on a solution to the situation. The girls were to be made Lab partners for the rest of the school year. This was not so much a punishment for Estella,as it was his hope she would rub off on Vikki,in a positive way. The prickly Ms. Winzlow was obviously not too keen on the idea,and made no qualms at showing it. As the girls rose to leave,Estella was asked to stay a moment. Vikki glared at Estella,as if she were reminding her of the warning she had made. Vikki colected her (Hand sewn,imported Peruvian Yak)purse,and left the two alone. Even though Estella was not afraid of Vikki's threat,she wasnt the type to snitch. "I'd like to hear your version of what happened in class today", the principal asked Estella,calmly. She paused a long moment,not wanting to tell,but not the type to lie also. "Well, i, um.." Estella stalled,not sure of how to proceed. "Estella, i know you are not the kind of girl to create this type of dispute. "Your father, Justin, was one of my best friends since he and I were teenagers. He may have been 'B' average academically,but grew into one of the finest men ive had the joy to know,an A+.",Mr Jenkins said,with a tear forming in his eyes corner. "Would you do me a personal favour by being Vikki's labpartner? Mr Jenkins asked. "Ned,Mr Cheaver your teacher,that is, came to me recently. He has been observing Vikki and her two pals for some time now,and is aware of their disruptive proclivities. He wanted me to be aware of things first,in case something like this were to occur". "This conversation is of course, only between you and I, he said. "My hope is that you would be a mentor of sorts to Vikki,and her two pals." "I will be checking in with you from time to time,feel free to come to me anytime you need to". "I made a promise to your father that i would look out for you,and be there if you or your mom ever needed me", he said with a warm smile. "Estella, since the last period has started, you are free to leave for the day". "Make sure to give your mother my best", he said as she rose to leave. "I will inform Mr Cheaver of the arrangement, thanks for being so cooperative". Estella remembered the Eclair her mother had packed in her lunch that morning. After retrieving it from her locker,she decided to enjoy it in the scools Victorian courtyard. The gardens there bore testimony to Mr Cheavers horticultural prowess,and lack of a social life. If only there was a Cafe' Mocha to sip whilst she noshed on the faboo homemade pastry,Estella mused. She savoured it,nonetheless. The warm afternoon sun was so soothing in its repose, Estella decided to close her eyes and let its tranquil luminescence befriend her. The talk with Mr Jenkins left her with much food for thought, she couldnt help but compare she and Vickki's fathers. Vikki's father was the towns leading industrialist.whos name was(by his egomaniacal insistance) prominantly etched into most of the major buildings in the area that he had 'donated' money to. Mr. Winzlow had an ego higher than any skyscraper that he had ever built,and a net worth of a small country. After his donation was given to a renovation project,for instance,he contractually insisted its name be changed,with his name preceeding any title the building may have previously been known by. As his fortune and power grew,so did his greed,becoming an insatiable drive for more and more. Estellas father,on the other hand,was a humble zoologist,ethical and kind. It hardly seemed today was already a year since his untimely death. Justin LeBonte' had been nursing a demented tasmanian devil with mange back to health. He never understood why some parents allowed their children to have exotic pets,and then neglect them,as they would a cast off toy. This particular animal was dropped off during the night,a few weeks before her beloved dads death. An envelope was taped to the outside of a cardboard box,placed at their door,the animal was asleep from the tranquilizer its owners had administered,wishing it to be unconscious as they abandoned it at the LeBonte's farm. Even her mother thought the animal was too far gone,and should be put down. Her father,ever the optimist,had never been able to turn away a creature in need. He had found a home for it in the barn, in its own roomy cage. His attempts at feeding it were met with a snarl and a weekly outlashing paw. By the second week,the animal seemed to be showing signs of definite improvement,the vitamins he had been injecting it with seemed to be having positive effect. Justin had 'Kleopatra' (as the pitifully emaciated Tasmanian Devils tarnished tag read) gaining weight,but her mange was resistant to treatments. When he tried teaching her sign language,she responded by weakly raising her middle fingers,then making what he thought were giggles, as she turned away to lie down. What Justin didnt know was that the pet had belonged to a classmate of his daughters, the very spoiled Viktoria Winzlow. Vikki's father indulged his only childs every whim,which included an ever growing menagerie of exotic pets. The pets were often 'bought' with underhanded means. Her father exerted his financial fist,greasing palms so often, no wonder he was so slick. Vikki usually tired of most of her pets, except for her beloved pit viper named 'Gulper'. Sometimes she gave the pets away,or sometimes,she simply let them die of disease, or starvation. Only Vikki,her father, and Onkoe Duncan (the unfortunate guy that had to dispose of the dead pets,among other things.) knew of the goings on in Vikki's indoor,1acre large pet zoo. The zoo was only for Vikki to host her parties in,not open to the public,outside of the familys choosing. At these events,there would be a few photographers,there to take photos of Viktor Winzlows 'perfect' family life,that was anything but perfect,or loving. The best,and brightest animals were shown,Vikki feeding them,Vikki petting them,or some otherwise artificial act of warmth. An attempt to show Viktors pride and joy as the exaple of happy husbandry, that she was anything but. 'Kleopatra' was a horrible choice for a pet,certainly not appropriate for Vikki's 13th birthday present. At first, she tried to play with it like any other pet. She tossed a ball to it, Kleo tore apart the ball with her sharp teeth. Vikki tried to play 'pat-a-cake' and Kleo tried to claw her arm. The last straw for the tainted teen was when she tried to put make-up on her Tazzy terror. Onkoe did not want to restrain the animal,but he didnt have much choice,unless he didnt want Vikki's debased dad to make good on his blackmail threat. Onkoe Duncan was an average heterosexual guy,married,with three growing kids to feed. One night,after he thought the office was empty, Onkoe gave in to temptation and snuck into the office of Mr Winzlows assistant. Onkoe had worked at Winzlow's HQ for about six months, as one of the marketing staff. Tonight,he needed to indulge his fetish, Sploshing. Www.sploshity-splosh-splosh.net , was his favourite,he planned to print a few pictures,then wank off to them in his car. He couldnt get the printer to work,and after several attempts he cleared his electronic footprints,shut the comp down,and quietly left. The following morning, as Blanche VonDingo, the overly coiffed assistant to Mr winzlow booted up her comp, she was greeted with a '3 print jobs waiting' message on her screen. Odd, she thought,i didnt print anything yesterday,it was manicure monday,i left around 2pm. She was stunned at what came out of her printer. They were images of famous people,obviously photo- shopped,or so it looked. Margaret Thatcher was shown to be pouring 'HP sauce' onto her hair,and rubbing it all in as if it were hair conditioner. Steve Carrell was distributing spray whipped topping onto his furry chest,then massaging it through his bushy man pelt of a chest(lucky hands,lol). The photo of Roseanne pouring tapioca pudding into her g-string caused Blanche to drop the papers, amidst shocked laughter. Unfortunately for Onkoe the security cameras showed him leaving Ms VanDingos office a moment after her comp was (incorrectly) shut down. Viktor used this evidence to blackmail Onkoe Duncan into doing 'favours' for him. Kleopatra showed her dislike for her makeover by biting Vikkis finger, as she tried to line its lips with rouge. Her screams drew Onkoe from the other side of the indoor zoo. She demended he kill it,immediately, then an idea came to him. The poor animal was in such a neglected state that it was sure to die soon anyways. Perhaps it might have a chance to live out its days in peace yet... He thought of discretely dropping the animal off where it would be tended to properly,but where? He found an old tranquilizer in the storage room, "Dr Krinko's Happy Nap for pets",'sure to quickly put your pet into sleepytime '. He approached Kleo, and felt sorry for the animal,now malevolent with mange. He tossed a snacky-cake in front of her on the floor,she dove for it. As she devoured it, he took opportunity to inject the solution in her cheek. It worked, now he had to quickly find a place to take the docile devil to. Of course, he would drop him off at the LeBonte' place,then he might stand a chance.....or so he hoped..........

Beastella....Inst1
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Category: Writing and Poetry

*** Estella Beatrice LeBonte' is a young girl,perhaps 13. She is dressed simply, in clothes that are at least 5 years out of date, mostly beige and neutral colours. We meet her on the 1year anniversary of her fathers death. He was a zoologist,and animal doctor,that usually took his 'pay' in whatever form the family of the sick animal could manage to pay him in. Estella grew up with her Mom and Dad on a small farm that they converted into an animal sanctuary,she was their special 'Stella Bea". The little money they made went mostly for feed,and supplies for the ailing animals. They were kept fed thanks to the food items they were given in barter. Estellas parents raised many animals they came across that had some level of malformity,she befriended the animals,they were her childhood friends. As we meet her,in a classroom,the students are taking their seats. They are given a test to take. Estellas Mother is very dilligent with helping her daughter study,so she has no fear of the written test. Adjacent to her are three girls that comprise a sniveling trio of snideness. The 'leader' of the three,Viktoria Winzlow, is immediately across the aisle from her. Estella notices Viktoria peering at her answers, knowing Estellas aptitude for this subject,she couldnt resist cheating off of her. 'Vikki' is the daughter of the greedy,megaRich Industrialist 'Viktor Winslow'.
He owns a very successful oil company, swindled years before from his dying father. Viktors greed has led to severely bloated prices on gasoline,to 'earn' him billions in dividends and bonuses. He takes great delight in his status,feeling removed from any guilt or consequence for his financial raping of persons forced to purchase his gas,with no real alternative,they begrudgingly pay the ever growing piper of transportation. Viktoria is definitely Daddys dysfunctional 'pride and joy',inheriting his callous worldview,as well as,someday, his billions. Estella puts her hand over the answers she has written,much to Vikki's disdain. (Vikki proudly wears fur,and endangered animals, as apparal,the more at risk for extinction,the more it fills her jaded heart with glee. She enjoys prominantly displaying the labels and logos on her 'variations on pink' wardrobe,enjoying the look in less fortunate girls eyes as they watch her saunter past.) Vikki mutters something to her two lackeys regarding the "Poor,boring little Bitch. She should be flattered." In response to Estellas covering her answers. "What did you call me?", "Dont cheat off of me,just because u never bothered to study", says Estella. Vikki's leg darts across the aisle attempting to kick Estella with her new Manolo Blahnik heels. Her foot was stealthfully caught by her intended target,then twisted till a pop was heard,amid bursts of laughter by the other students. Their teacher intervenes at this point,ushering them to the schools office. While enroute, Vikki hisses a threat into Estella's ear,warning her of "consequences" if she rats her out. .......this is part one, ive written more, 9 or so installments thus far. Hope u peops enjoy,my written story.