Chapter 30: Sabrina Sits Down With Ms. Wardwell

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"Morning Auntie!" Sabrina entered the kitchen, sitting down at her usual spot. She grew a bit sad looking at Zelda's empty spot. She did miss her aunt Zelda and felt bad for saying what she did.
"How long am I grounded for?"

"Till you apologize to your Aunt Zelda." Sabrina huffed.

"I don't think she will be coming around anytime soon." Hilda hadn't told her about the previous night.

"Maybe you have to go see her." Sabrina sat up, throwing on her jacket and rushed out.

Hilda sighed. That girl is gonna be the death of all of us.

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Sabrina stood at the door of her civics teacher, hand up to knock. She suddenly got nervous, clutching the red wool coat.

Sabrina bit her lip and knocked twice.

Mary opened the door and had to fight the urge to groan.
"Sabrina. Your aunt isn't here right now."

"Can I come in and talk to you then?" Mary didn't say a word but opened the door for the young girl to come inside.

Sabrina looked around, noticing a large amount of her aunt's things.

"If you are trying to convince her to come back, it's not going to work." Sabrina smiled and shook her head.

"No no. I'm here to say sorry." Mary raised her brows, widened her eyes and pursed her lips.
"To you as well. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"No you shouldn't have." Sabrina looked at a white vase with red and yellow roses. It used to be her mother's but Diana had given it to her aunt.

"Do you think Auntie Zee with forgive me?"

Mary sighed and nodded. "You are her niece. Family always forgives family." Sabrina sat down on one of the chairs in the living room.

"Auntie Zee is stubborn."

"Indeed she is but she will forgive you, dear." Mary sat down across from her.

"Will you?" Mary hesitated. It was mean what Sabrina had said and it did affect her. But she couldn't stay upset at the girl forever.

"Yes. I will." Sabrina let out a sigh of relief.
"Zelda should be back anytime now so you are welcome to wait here."

"Thank you." She watched her teacher stand up. Sabrina had never thought of Ms. Wardwell as pretty but now she did. Ms. Wardwell was petite and meek. Quiet and proper. A wallflower dressed in dull colour. That's how Sabrina always viewed her and she never thought of her any other way.
"Ms. Wardwell?"

"Yes?"

"How did it happen?" Mary raised a brow sitting back down.

"How did what happen?"

"You and my aunt?" Mary leaned back into the chair.

"I met her at a parent teacher conference and then we saw each other at the farmer's market a few days after. And that the movies. We just fell in love, I guess." Sabrina smiled.

"What was your first impression of her?"

"Well I thought she was beautiful and terrifying." Sabrina laughed. "What I liked about her most was her confidence. She was kinda...blunt when I first met her but then we became friends and...she was so kind and sweet to me...like no one ever had been before. She always knows how to make me laugh and tease me. She makes me feel loved and as beautiful as she is. Even if I'm having a horrible day, she puts a smile on my face." Sabrina almost started to tear up. "She is so different around your family. Cruel to Hilda and a disciplinarian to you and your cousin. She is...quite harsh. Never smiles or looks happy. She always smiles around me."
It was as if Sabrina didn't know her aunt at all. Kind and sweet weren't words used to describe her. Cruel and harsh are.

"I never see my aunt smile. Auntie Zee distanced herself from us most of the time. Always drinking and smoking by the fireplace. She was almost never happy and I always assumed it was because we were the problem. Maybe it's just because she was lonely." Sabrina stared into the fire.
She quickly brushed a tear from her cheek.
"I should go."

"Zelda will be home any min-"

"It's fine. See you at home room." Sabrina left. Mary sat there confused, slowly brushing a tear from her eye.

So I am finally back! Hope no one is mad at me lol. I have up to chapter 35 written already but I think I'll leave it here for today.

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