DREW^^^^
Songs For This Chapter
Stay - Branchez remix
Red Love - Pia Mia
In Time - Singularity Remix
"Belle! You're here." Sabrina pulls me into a hug when she opens the door to her mega mansion she calls home.
"Hi, wow, you're really welcoming." I choke out, trying my best to not suffocate in her tight grip on me.
"I'm just so excited." she squeals, pulling me inside the house. She starts to talk again, but the grand staircase and antique paintings on the wall catch my attention. White marble floors shine brightly against the grand chandelier above my head. The house was more than extraordinary, and now I understand why people grew so excited about Sabrina Taylor's parties.
"Hello? Are you going to answer my question?" Sabrina turns around, waving a hand in my face.
"Sorry, spaced out." I tell her, shrugging my shoulder, still looking around the foyer.
"I was asking what really happened between you and your sisters." she tells me, walking up the stairs, motioning for me to follow behind her.
Sabrina leads me to her room, which is surprisingly a bright blue walls and white comforter, much different from the pink paradise I imagined.
"Take a seat, I have a feeling this story is a long one." she says, swiveling in her desk chair.
"Not really. This sounds terrible, but they want to kill me over Colton." I confess, doing my best to make this situations sound less petty, but the truth is, this is the prime example of a foolish and petty argument.
"The new guy? You're fighting over him?" she gasps dramitically, a small laugh escaping her lips. "You can't be serious."
"Dead serious." I groan.
"Wow, well now that I know what issues you guys have we can start planning our attack."
"Hey, I don't want to make this my life and I don't want this to change my life." I warn her, remembering what Colton and I had earlier.
"Honey, if you want to win this war, it's going to have to be more than petty jokes." she laughs in a condescending way. "Now, that that's out the way, we can put this plan into action."
"Since your sister decided to make you look like a knock off Snooki, we can start with something as simple as that." She tells me.
"What do you have in mind?"
"There is the itching powder in the underwear, switching out her vitamins with laxatives, putting dye in her shampoo." Sabrina suggests. "Your choice."
"I guess we can put dye in their shampoo." I tell her, thinking about her options.
"That's all you can say?" She questions me, her eyes wide.
"Look, I don't major in revenge, I don't know what the hell I'm doing." I admit, running my fingers through my hair frustratedly.
"I get that, but if you don't want to be ripped to shreds by your sisters, you need to have a lot more enthusiasm." she explains to me, standing up and walking towards her closet.
"I have some dye that I purchased for Halloween last year, just squirt a little bit into their shampoo bottle when they go to sleep." she advises me, placing a small bottle into my hand with a sickening green inside of it. "And about that tan, take a long shower, with new shampoo, and then scrub your body with lemon and salt."
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It's In Our Blood
Ficção AdolescenteAnnabelle King is quiet and lives a simple distant life with her two sisters that look just like her. She didn't know what was in store her senior year, but she saw it coming if she'd like to admit or not. Of course she'd love to go back to the days...
