Sabrina

Part Thirteen

I swear, I acted like a small child most of the time. But hey, it was fun.  I leaned back and laid on the empty window seat, staring up at my ceiling, which was painted like a daytime sky with clouds on it. It was like that when I first moved here, and I had picked this room because of how pretty the ceiling was. I was drifting off to sleep again within moments, and I was in a light sleep until I was awoken by Mr Purple, knocking on my window again.

“Yes?” I asked, confused.

“There’s something important I need to explain to you,” he said.

“Can it wait? Beauty sleep calls” I told him.

“No, I can’t.”

“FINE YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!” I said, letting him in.

He was bruised and battered and I couldn’t help but have a littler inner LOL at his obvious pain. He climbed into the window seat beside me, and sat down.

“So,” I said, “Tell me what’s so important.”

“Okay,” he said, thinking.

“Okay?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not really sure how to explain this….” He said, rubbing his temples.

“Well, hurry up you slut I don’t have all day,” I rolled my eyes, filing my nails.

“Has it ever occurred to you that it’s obscure that someone on a teacher’s salary can afford a golden Porsche?”

“I suppose,” I said, considering this.

“And that I know where you are at all hours of the day?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, but a lot of people know where I am. I keep my twitter pretty up to date.”

“Yes, but like… I know for a different reason…” he gulped.

“Um okay? And what’s that?”

“I can't .... I don't know how to tell you..."