Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHIN'. DON'T SUE ME PLEASE. Actually, I do own any and all characters that are not in the movie. I write from sheer boredom and fun. When you live in a small town you have nothing better to do except homework. Anywho... :)
Prologue
Sarah sat up and switched on her lamp, which in turn woke up her room mate Lizzy.
"Sarah! What are you doing?", the cranky blonde demanded, for she indeed was not a person to be reckoned with when woken up.
"Nothing. Go back to bed." She threw open her bag and withdrew her English literature book and then dug through her pockets until she found her lighter. She double checked to see if her annoying, but usually sweet room mate had dozed off into slumberland. She was relieved and not in the least bit surprised to find that she had. She quietly walked over to the other side of the room and pulled the tin trash can to the center of the room.
Once the can was in place, she proceeded to tear out pages of her book, crumpling them up and carelessly tossed them into the bin. After about ten minutes of this very time consuming task she lastly threw the cover in. She lit another page and tossed that into the can as well. With a strange gleam in her eye, she sat and watched the fire, fascinated by the bright yellow flames.
Snapping out if her gaze, she pulled out her backpack from beneath her and started to filling it with clothes and such other things one would need for an escape. Yes, an escape. She had been planning her perfect escape ever since she got there.
She walked over to her vanity and it threw open her drawer. She quickly snatched her stash and threw it into her bag also. She, of course, wouldn't go anywhere without it. She jumped a mile when she heard the shrill shrieks of her classmates as they ran through the halls with terror. She then quickly made her exit of her depressing room.
Once in the hall she saw all of the girls running in the slutty little pajamas screaming bloody murder. They all disgusted her. Lizzy then made a mad dash past Sarah, almost knocking her on the way out. She then spotted the headmistress coming down the hall with a panic stricken face.
"Girls, please. Hurry and evacuate the building in a straight line." Headmistress Elaine looked at Sarah and hurriedly walked towards her. She was pissed to say the least, that much was apparently obvious. "Sarah, what have you to say for yourself? Don't even think about lying to me, I know you are the the little heathen who started this fire."
Sarah looked at her and then the fire. "What a lovely fire. Kind of makes me wish we had a fireplace there." She picked up her bag and out the emergency exit. Headmistress Elaine just stood there with her mouth gapping. Then a large man approached her. "Would you like me to go after her?"
"Yes", she snapped impatiently, for she had lost her temper the year Sarah had arrived at her fine ladies school. The man then bolted out the door into the cool of the winter's night. Looking around he finally spotted her tossing her back over the fence, then climbing it herself.
"Hey", he yelled at her.
Sarah turned around and saw Chuck the guard, running towards her.
"Shit", she swore to herself as she proceeded to climb the fence faster.
She then felt a huge hand grab and threw her to the ground. She quickly stood up and socked him square in the nose. She smiled with triumph and quickly took off running again.
Chuck mustered up all of his strength and again chased after her. He finally caught up to her and yanked her arm violently towards her. He then slapped a pair of handcuffs on her to ensure that she wouldn't escape again.
"Get the Hell off me!" She struggled to fight the big burley man off her, but was unsuccessful. He led her over to the awaiting police car where the chief was standing. By now the building was ΒΌ in flames. She smiled affectionately at her handiwork. She had to say that was definitely some fire.
"Is this the young lady who started the fire?", the officer asked as he pulled out his notebook and scribbled something down.
"It is", Chuck answered. Chuck sat her in the back of the car.
The officer looked at Sarah and shook his head sorrowfully. The young ones would never learn. "Book her."
Karen sighed heavily as she picked up the annoyingly loud phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes. Is this Mrs. Williams?", a rough voice on the other end asked.
"It is. Who is this?"
"This is the England Police Department. You are infact the stepmother of Sarah Williams?", the man inquired.
"Yes. Why? What happened?" For that split second in time, Karen actually showed worry for the welfare of her stepdaughter.
"Your daughter is in our custody. Earlier this evening she set fire to the Whitemountain Private Girls School", he told her regretfully.
"She what?", Karen shrieked.
"Mrs. Williams, can you or either Mr. Williams fly over here to handle this personally?"
"Yes. We'll be right there on the next flight."
"Alright then. Bye", the man replied as he hung up the other end of the phone.
Karen hung up the phone and sat there for a good ten minutes thinking about what to do. "Robert!", her yell could have waken the dead.
He came bolting into the kitchen frantically looking around to see what in the world was going on. He sighed with relief when he discovered everything was alright. "Yes dear?"
"It seems your daughter has set fire to her private school last night and we have to go help her", she spat through her gritted teeth.
"What? Are you positive?" He couldn't believe what she would do such a thing.
"Yes. Start packing. We have to catch the next flight out." With that, they proceeded to pack their clothes. Neither one talked, for they were upset, or they were extremely pissed off. They'd decide when they got there.
To be continued....
Kinda short, but I have soooo much homework. Please R&R. I will thank you profusely.
~Ella
Prologue
Sarah sat up and switched on her lamp, which in turn woke up her room mate Lizzy.
"Sarah! What are you doing?", the cranky blonde demanded, for she indeed was not a person to be reckoned with when woken up.
"Nothing. Go back to bed." She threw open her bag and withdrew her English literature book and then dug through her pockets until she found her lighter. She double checked to see if her annoying, but usually sweet room mate had dozed off into slumberland. She was relieved and not in the least bit surprised to find that she had. She quietly walked over to the other side of the room and pulled the tin trash can to the center of the room.
Once the can was in place, she proceeded to tear out pages of her book, crumpling them up and carelessly tossed them into the bin. After about ten minutes of this very time consuming task she lastly threw the cover in. She lit another page and tossed that into the can as well. With a strange gleam in her eye, she sat and watched the fire, fascinated by the bright yellow flames.
Snapping out if her gaze, she pulled out her backpack from beneath her and started to filling it with clothes and such other things one would need for an escape. Yes, an escape. She had been planning her perfect escape ever since she got there.
She walked over to her vanity and it threw open her drawer. She quickly snatched her stash and threw it into her bag also. She, of course, wouldn't go anywhere without it. She jumped a mile when she heard the shrill shrieks of her classmates as they ran through the halls with terror. She then quickly made her exit of her depressing room.
Once in the hall she saw all of the girls running in the slutty little pajamas screaming bloody murder. They all disgusted her. Lizzy then made a mad dash past Sarah, almost knocking her on the way out. She then spotted the headmistress coming down the hall with a panic stricken face.
"Girls, please. Hurry and evacuate the building in a straight line." Headmistress Elaine looked at Sarah and hurriedly walked towards her. She was pissed to say the least, that much was apparently obvious. "Sarah, what have you to say for yourself? Don't even think about lying to me, I know you are the the little heathen who started this fire."
Sarah looked at her and then the fire. "What a lovely fire. Kind of makes me wish we had a fireplace there." She picked up her bag and out the emergency exit. Headmistress Elaine just stood there with her mouth gapping. Then a large man approached her. "Would you like me to go after her?"
"Yes", she snapped impatiently, for she had lost her temper the year Sarah had arrived at her fine ladies school. The man then bolted out the door into the cool of the winter's night. Looking around he finally spotted her tossing her back over the fence, then climbing it herself.
"Hey", he yelled at her.
Sarah turned around and saw Chuck the guard, running towards her.
"Shit", she swore to herself as she proceeded to climb the fence faster.
She then felt a huge hand grab and threw her to the ground. She quickly stood up and socked him square in the nose. She smiled with triumph and quickly took off running again.
Chuck mustered up all of his strength and again chased after her. He finally caught up to her and yanked her arm violently towards her. He then slapped a pair of handcuffs on her to ensure that she wouldn't escape again.
"Get the Hell off me!" She struggled to fight the big burley man off her, but was unsuccessful. He led her over to the awaiting police car where the chief was standing. By now the building was ΒΌ in flames. She smiled affectionately at her handiwork. She had to say that was definitely some fire.
"Is this the young lady who started the fire?", the officer asked as he pulled out his notebook and scribbled something down.
"It is", Chuck answered. Chuck sat her in the back of the car.
The officer looked at Sarah and shook his head sorrowfully. The young ones would never learn. "Book her."
Karen sighed heavily as she picked up the annoyingly loud phone.
"Hello?"
"Yes. Is this Mrs. Williams?", a rough voice on the other end asked.
"It is. Who is this?"
"This is the England Police Department. You are infact the stepmother of Sarah Williams?", the man inquired.
"Yes. Why? What happened?" For that split second in time, Karen actually showed worry for the welfare of her stepdaughter.
"Your daughter is in our custody. Earlier this evening she set fire to the Whitemountain Private Girls School", he told her regretfully.
"She what?", Karen shrieked.
"Mrs. Williams, can you or either Mr. Williams fly over here to handle this personally?"
"Yes. We'll be right there on the next flight."
"Alright then. Bye", the man replied as he hung up the other end of the phone.
Karen hung up the phone and sat there for a good ten minutes thinking about what to do. "Robert!", her yell could have waken the dead.
He came bolting into the kitchen frantically looking around to see what in the world was going on. He sighed with relief when he discovered everything was alright. "Yes dear?"
"It seems your daughter has set fire to her private school last night and we have to go help her", she spat through her gritted teeth.
"What? Are you positive?" He couldn't believe what she would do such a thing.
"Yes. Start packing. We have to catch the next flight out." With that, they proceeded to pack their clothes. Neither one talked, for they were upset, or they were extremely pissed off. They'd decide when they got there.
To be continued....
Kinda short, but I have soooo much homework. Please R&R. I will thank you profusely.
~Ella