“What the fuck?” I glared at him, wondering what the fuck this piece of shit thought he was doing.
“I just… cannot tell thee,” he said, in a randomly acquired British accent.
“I just thought thee, if anyone one of thee, would be the one that would tell me,” I responded.
“And in any other situation, thee would” he began to attempt to justify the situation, “Look, Sabrina I’m not trying to lie to thee, but I have no choice. I wish I could tell thee but I can’t. I’m deeply, horridly, sorry.”
“K then, fucknut” I rolled my eyes.
I had accepted the fact I was getting nothing out of Mr Purple, and with that I folded my arms and rolled over so my face was facing downwards into the bed.
“Don’t sulk now, that’s immature- fair peasant” I heard him start saying to me, but I grabbed my earphones and put them in to block him out until finally he gave up and left, slamming the door behind him. Sure I could have been mature about it, but maturity wasn’t really my thing. Not in this moment, anyway.
As I lay there, I decided that I was now alone on my quest to make contact with Leonard. I was angry at Dad and now, after my little run-in with Mr Purple he too would be out of the picture. So it looked like it would be up to me, alone.
I was getting tired of waiting; I wanted to see him soon. I was going to make it happen, one way or another.
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!1111!!!1
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Sabrina
Teen FictionSabrina, the most popular girl in school, shares her tragic yet beautiful life story with everyone in the world!111!! Come along for the journey, as she struggles with two boys fighting for her affections, her enemy Monica Portalina's random outburs...
