A/n: Whee! ONE story DONE at last!
Disclaimer: SD no mine. Abbi, 'Abby' mine.
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An elderly woman sat on a cold, hard, plastic chair, waiting. She looked rich; she dressed richly, at least. Patiently, she glanced at the clock. Four pm.
The doors swung open to reveal two details flanking a young adolescent. She looked sane enough, or at least, she looked like as if she had not caused the death of more than one basketball team.
The woman got up slowly. "Thank you for all the trouble. Come Abigail, we have a flight waiting for us." The teenage girl walked unhurriedly towards her, smiling.
"Yoo Grandma. How did you get past that mob out there?"
A stone was thrown against the re-enforced windows, and bounced off unscratched. Several others followed suit. A few signs were thrown against it, and people were chanting something that sounded like, "'Revenge for our young!' 'Bring Justice upon her ugly fat head!'" and such.
"Come girl. We're going by the helicopter. Wipe that smile off your face, I've already told the pilot not to let you sit in the front. God only knows what you'll do."
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"You know, you're lucky that the families are still grieving. Otherwise, they could sue."
"It's not like you don't have the money, Grandma." Abigail popped a chocolate into her mouth. "Mm, nice. Where're you going to send me to?"
"Back to America. You're going to Sweet Valley High. And no more help columns."
Abigail smiled evilly. Oh no, no more help columns, writing hurts her hand. Now, Internet, on the other hand.
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Yea yea, the epilogue sucks. Can't think of anything better, and it IS 2.30 am where I am in now.
^^ You can still find me at my other fics though.
~`kKk
Disclaimer: SD no mine. Abbi, 'Abby' mine.
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An elderly woman sat on a cold, hard, plastic chair, waiting. She looked rich; she dressed richly, at least. Patiently, she glanced at the clock. Four pm.
The doors swung open to reveal two details flanking a young adolescent. She looked sane enough, or at least, she looked like as if she had not caused the death of more than one basketball team.
The woman got up slowly. "Thank you for all the trouble. Come Abigail, we have a flight waiting for us." The teenage girl walked unhurriedly towards her, smiling.
"Yoo Grandma. How did you get past that mob out there?"
A stone was thrown against the re-enforced windows, and bounced off unscratched. Several others followed suit. A few signs were thrown against it, and people were chanting something that sounded like, "'Revenge for our young!' 'Bring Justice upon her ugly fat head!'" and such.
"Come girl. We're going by the helicopter. Wipe that smile off your face, I've already told the pilot not to let you sit in the front. God only knows what you'll do."
***
"You know, you're lucky that the families are still grieving. Otherwise, they could sue."
"It's not like you don't have the money, Grandma." Abigail popped a chocolate into her mouth. "Mm, nice. Where're you going to send me to?"
"Back to America. You're going to Sweet Valley High. And no more help columns."
Abigail smiled evilly. Oh no, no more help columns, writing hurts her hand. Now, Internet, on the other hand.
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Yea yea, the epilogue sucks. Can't think of anything better, and it IS 2.30 am where I am in now.
^^ You can still find me at my other fics though.
~`kKk