Ok so before we start off may I just say.....OMIGOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT AND WOAHHH 566 READS HOLY YELLOW PEACOCKS. OKAy I'm back, but seriously thank you guys for reading and supporting The A Team.
AAnnnndddd I just found out that there was apparently a TV show or movie called the a team and im kinda pissed buuutttttttt too late now bishes!
AND YUP! ANOTHER FRICKEN CHAPTER IN UNDER 24 HOURS!!!!
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Angel's P.O.V.
Screeching to a stop in front of the earthly heaven called Krispy Kreme's my mind keeps going over and over what has just happened. What happened to the Minister of a church, the Godly man, my loving father? Did my mother really mean that much to him? In the past year he had probably spoken to her directly a total of 30 times.
That thought brings another; My mother has left. And it's all my fault. I was blaming my father when it was me who was the one to rile her up! Granted I was in the hospital, but I should have been more careful--
No! No! It was her fault! She shouldn't have left over a stupid misunderstanding. She is the one who always comes home late piss-drunk trying to hide her lies and betrayals to her marriage with slurred excuses.
But I shouldn't have pushed her!
I was in the hospital with a slight head injury and she gets mad that I'm home late?!
She didn't know what happened! I should've explained.
She didn't even let you speak before calling you a whor--
"Angel!" Ace screams in my face apparently trying to bring me back to the earth I had just left. URGH PARENTS SUCK!
"You were muttering a load of weird shit. I didn't know what to do!"
"PICKLE!" I scream back at him before swiftly exiting his car and slamming straight into the glass door at the front of the shop. Groaning as Ace giggles and pulls open the door I read the label that says "PULL" on the door handle.
Why I thought to push a door with a handle the world may never know.
All I know right now is that a particular pink-glazed doughnut with rainbow sprinkles and a strawberry jelly in its warm folds of baked goodness is waiting for me on the other side of it.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE ANY MORE UNICORN THROW-UP DOUGHUTS LEFT?!?!?!?!" I scream at the now terrified clerk. His pale and scrawny arms wrap around his baby-blue-apron-covered-abdomen to provide him some comfort.
In my opinion he looks like he belongs in The Thin Man from 1934. Not that that movie had anything to do with being thin but eh, it is all that comes mind at the moment.
"I DEMAND TO SPEAK TO THE MANAGER!" I yell, inching my face closer to his and making sure to keep eye contact so that he knows I'm serious. 'Cause y'know...sometimes screaming at someone about doughnuts isn't enough to really freak 'em out.
"Y-Yes m'lady." He squeaks rushing to the back of the store like his life depends on it...Because it does.
"Huh. M'lady. That's new." I whisper to Ace with a smirk.
He gives me an incredulous look. "You've done this before?"
"And the best part is that there's no such thing as a unicorn throw-up doughnut." I snicker into my hand.
"Oh your evil." He whispers.
"Looks like we have something in common then."
Turning back around to see Terry, Krispy Kreme's manager, emerge from the door next to the cinnabuns I quickly put away my smile and bring back the angry Angel face.
"What's the problem now ma'am." She asks solemnly, as if defeated by how many times she's been called out here by different clerks complaining about an outrageous girl at the counter.
"Just a plain glazed doughnut and a chocolate-covered doughnut with nuts please." I say as kindly as possible with a cheshire smile. The gaping clerk turns around and stomps through the back door screaming, "I QUIT!"
Only to return moments later to hurriedly hang up his apron.
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