Exert from my up and coming story: The Color of Revenge
Minutes that seem like hours pass, until I hear my phone buzz. It was from Abbi that read: Hey its Abbi u coming to Liz’s? its the big sleepover. I sigh and reply back how I can’t go and why my mom is evil. Then I get an idea, an awful idea, but madly brilliant. I run across my room packing everything in sight, while texting Abbi my address asking her to pick me up A.S.A.P. I was going to leave this dump. I slip out the window, grabbing my two luggage cases and await my rescue to come. I mean, in every fairy tale, a prince comes and rescues the princess. Because Abbi wasn’t a prince and I wasn’t a princess, I later saw how this was not a fairy tail. My life was soon to turn to anything but.
