(Previously known as: The Life of the Bullied)
~How can you say you love someone, when you can't even love yourself?~
"I love you, Sarah Emilia Hall."
"I-I think you should leave." I could literally see the life drain out of his eyes when I sa...
A/N👑: Sorry I didn't update yesterday...or the day before that, or the day before that, and so on... But lately I've been really busy with work and there was an accident that happened too. Also my phone broke and they had to factory reset it to see if it was truly broken (it was, thank you for not allowing me to backup any of my data -.- T-T) So I lost all of the work I had on this chapter, all 5,000+ words and I had to start from scratch, sorry I start writing my stories in my notes, stupid I now know that... Oh and I'm trying to come up with an update schedule and I'm thinking of doing one update after two days and then another after three and then another after two days...Like an update every Tuesday, Friday, then Sunday until school starts back up for me. Also this chapter is dedicated tobrendan_uries_bitch Thank you so much for all your support and all your wonderful comments on this story!!!
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OH MY GAWD THAT TONGUE PIERCING! ^ 😍😍😍
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SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL^ 😍
*WARNING* COMPLETELY UNEDITED
❤Sarah's POV❤
After the crazy weekend I had with James he'd dropped me off back home, and pretty soon I was rushed along towards the shop. We were always busy around holiday season as a lot of people liked to have sweets for Christmas and to celebrate the new year, so I wasn't surprised to see everyone in the shop was busy doing their own thing when I walked in.
Franny was at the counter, boxing some cakes for a customer when I walked through the door, and sending her a nod I walked past her, going to the back where I could hear my dads usual classical music playing in the background.
My mother was busy icing a cake which obviously had a Christmas theme from what I could tell by all the fondant presents littered around a huge cake in the shape of a tree. As for my dad he busy pulling a pan from the huge oven once again being crazy by grabbing it with only the hem of his shirt as protection from the hot pan.
