Sabrina

Part Four

I waited out the front of the school, for the grade 8 that had collected me earlier that day. I wasn’t keen on travelling home with him but he did have a nice car, and his dads taste in music was alright, I suppose. So, he would do, for now.  But, strangely enough, the kid never came. None of my usual admirers showed up. It was crazy!  So, after having a horrible day already, I was then forced to walk home all on my own.

Halfway through the walk, I began uncontrollably crying again, and after falling to the ground multiple times, I gave up on walking and just crawled home. When I was still about two blocks from my house, a golden Porsche pulled up next to me and opened its door. I crawled over to see who was inside. It wasMr Purple.

“Get in,” he offered, but I shook my head and crawled away down the street.

He followed, driving beside me in his car. I turned the corner, trying to crawl quicker than I had been before, but I failed to out crawl his stupid Porsche. He pulled up beside me again, and opened his door for the second time.

“You cannot crawl home; let me give you a lift. You’re a mess.” He said, and I was way too much of a mess to even reject.

I crawled into the passenger seat, and shut the door behind me and Mr Purple began to drive. He drove me all the way to my house, and I was in too much of state to realise I hadn’t even given him my address. Wtf????? Anyway, we’ll explain that shit later I suppose.

I got out of the car, and crawled up to my room and slept for what seemed like years. When I woke up, it had in fact been 20 years and I realised I was now 36 years old. Which was odd. Hahaha kidding, I only slept for like 8 hours, chill out guys, I’m not totally old and wrinkly that would be totes gross.

After the 8 hours of sleep, I felt okay enough to go to school again.I got ready, and looked totes hot as per usual but when I went outside I saw no cars there to pick me up again, which was sooo annoying and weird. Well, there was one car actually, and that was Mr Purple car. He was waiting to give me a lift to school.  I don’t know about you guys, but I sensed that Mr Purple was starting to get creepily obsessed with me and I was concerned for my wellbeing.

“Go back to you wife!!!” I yelled at him, and I ran away out of my street, through a park and all the way to school.

And yes, you guessed it: I was uncontrollably crying for the majority of my journey.