Novel & Cerita Sarah Cameron Season 4

Luckily, I have Colin to my rescue, yet again. He wraps his arms around my neck, resting his chin on top of my head. “Oh, hey, Sarah. You remember Kit? This is her sister, Cami, Jody’s mate.” Sarah looks at Colin’s arms wrapped around me and then to Cami, who she purses her lips at, probably in jealousy of someone as perfect as her, then crosses her arms. “Seems like a lot has changed since I left.” She gives a huff and when she does, her expression changes, and she gives another sniff, then leans a bit closer, her face sliding into a sly grin.

Freya's P.O.V "No!" "Yes! "NO!" "YES!" "NOOOOO…." "Shut up bitch and get inside!" Sarah pulled me into the store with a vice grip on my arm and I tried to reach for Cameron…who happily waved me goodbye and drove off with a whispered, 'I love you'. "I don't!" I shouted back, just before I was pulled inside. "Traitor!" "Cameron knows better than to mess with me." Sarah shrugged, flipping her blonde hair behind her shoulders as she took off her shades. "Come on now, we have dresses to find. And if you don't help me, God help your soul!"

I don't want ignorance. I don't want uncertain. I don't want confusion. Atleast I want a definite answer to. ...this. SARAH'S POV As I walked away I tried my best to look back but keeping as what it is right now, I made my way straightly to the Dean's Office. I'm confused and feeling distant. I'm not really sure about this yet so I'm trying my best to figure it out. I also want to find the answer to this. I don't want to be sure of uncertain things yet.

It was Sarah, she had this prideful arrogant smile on her as she walked towards Cayden. “Where's Carmen?” Sarah said, her voice had this hidden satisfaction in it. Clearly, she was eager to listen to news of my downfall. News that Silas rushed in and killed me and my unborn child or nonsense like that? “How's Clyde? I heard you and him got into a fight after his illegitimate family was exposed?” Cayden tossed that one line and walked past her. He didn't even spare a glance at her rapidly changing face that turned so dark, blood could drop from it.

“Give me your phone.” “Are you adding my contact information?” She handed it to me with unexpected excitement. Her phone background showed SpongeBob SquarePants. I glanced at it, added my contact information, and transferred money to her. “Is this enough for your grandma’s treatment? Do not do this again. Get dressed and leave.” When I came out after washing up, she was gone. I was about to leave when a small note on the table caught my eye. [My name is Jane Surrey, and I am glad I gave you my first time.]