Try - Sequel to Let Me Love You

Chapter 2

**Sarah’s POV**

“Sarah wake up. Sarah, Sarah come on! You’re on the news!” I rolled over and fell out of bed. Nice going, morning self.

I looked up to see Greg hovering over me. (Picture of Greg on the side). “What?” I said brilliantly.

He laughed. “You’re on the news! Now hurry up before they change station!” I walked out of my bed room. I saw the gang watching the TV with hawk eyes. They were showing the picture Jade and I painted last night. There were a bunch of girls hysterically crying. It was quite pathetic actually.

I listened to what the dude was saying.

“As we can see here, this is the vandalism that struck next to the new one direction world. This is very upsetting, to everyone, especially the fans,” Everyone my ass, “This is the 20th picture a person called Miss Bitch has created. And this is also the 14th that Badass Jewel has created. We are trying to get rid of all crimes here in Myrtle Beach so please, if you know anything about this, call the Myrtle Beach police at 856-3324. If you are Miss Bitch or Badass Jewel, please come down to the police. Again the number is 856-3324. Back to you Mark.”

I stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be back, you know I’m just going down to the police to say I’m Miss Bitch,” Everyone laughed. Jackie went into the kitchen and grabbed 6 blunts and a lighter.

“This calls for a celebration! On Miss Bitch’s 20th masterpiece!” We all smoked the weed, allowing ourselves become stoned and to drift into bliss.

Sometime during us becoming high, my phone rang. I blindly stumbled over and felt around until I found it.

“Hello! Isn’t today a great day?” I laughed. I looked down at the tattoo on my middle finger. It said Life goes on. Isn’t that true?

“Sarah? It’s your mother…are you alright?”

“Hey everyone! It’s my bitchy mother on the phone!” Everyone ran over, wanting something to her. We rarely ever talked to our parents. For my mom to call 2 days in a row was un heard of.

“Let me talk to her!” Jackie ran over and grabbed my phone. Before she talked to my mom, I grabbed the blunt out of her mouth and stuck it in mine. Weed wasn’t cheap. We had to use every last bit.

“Hi mother bitch! It’s Jackieeeeeeeee!” She squealed. We all laughed. That’s one of the things that happen when you get high. You laugh. A lot. (I don’t know for sure, I’ve never been so erm yep)

“What? Sure let me go get her. I think she fell in the toilet. Bye-bye mother bitch!” Jackie then ran into the bathroom and started screaming, “She went down the toilet! I’m going to save you!” and then proceeded to step in the toilet and flush herself!

Greg grabbed the phone and handed it to me, “High bitch mother! Guess what? I meant hi as high, like flying as high as a bird! HAHAHA! See, I’m still smart!”