Veruca Salt Quote の小説・ストーリー

It was Veronica, the biggest slut in the pack and school, to say the least. She had, of course, bleached blond hair and her face was covered with makeup. She had her little group of barbie behind her while smiling at me. “Here, here, here, look at what we have here girls. It's the ugly little slut who died and came back to life. If only you had remained dead! ", she made fun of me, while the idiots behind her laughed. "Nice to see you again bitch, oops! I mean, Veronica. Let me guess, during my absence, did you have a new STD or do you still have the same?" I said with a mocking smile as it turned into a grimace.

Mark raised his eyebrows cynically while Sarah asked “Why?” “They said he had amnesia not became a retard….” Veronica’s lips curled up, only she knew how relieved she was inwardly “How else do you explain his current actions?” She hated the bitch who said one thing and did another…. The only reason she didn’t flare was her respect for her second brother. However, her current performance was revolting.

"You don't have to explain anything to me or anyone else about your decision. We do strange things for those we love. When I was younger, if someone would have threatened my kids that way, I would be on my back in a second. I mean, legs up, ready to hand him a cigarette afterward...wrong or not." Veronica burst into laughter at Marianna's overly honest and funny admission. She laughed so hard that she fell backwards from her squatting position and pulled Marianna with her. The two of them lay among the dirt and hay, until their laughter were no more than light giggles. Veronica had to grab her side to ease the pain in her stomach from laughing so hard. Then they both collectively exhaled. "I

I picked up the cutlery hastily and scooped a spoonful of shrimp into my mouth, finally satisfying my raged belly. “It seems you like the meal,” Veronica said sarcastically. “Stop acting like you prepared it,” I muffled, my head bent over to my plate. “Back to what I was saying,” Veronica muttered and leaned forward to get my attention. “I know he yelled at you publicly but can’t you just forget about it and move on? You need him, you know?” she quipped. I snapped my eyes away from the Tuscan shrimp and glared at her, she squinted on seeing the look on my face.

She recognizes the voice and a smile creeps on her face and then she replies, “Vero, you haven’t spoken to me since you left the house with me and you call to ask if I have checked the internet? Are you been serious here? What crimes have you committed that the press is speaking about?” “Tut, tut, tut, my little girl, you are no longer young. I can’t believe that you are so bold to perform in front of so many people. Where did you get the courage from?” Veronica says at the end of the line, her voice calm.

Vero intentionally said her name slowly and with emphasis to provoke her. Hatice widened her eyes, and the girls behind her gasped, as usual. But this time Hatice didn’t do anything to her. She just snorted while pursing her lips tightly. Then she stood next to Vero. “I’m offering peace,” she said, lifting her chin. Her nostrils flared and her lips curved downward after saying that. At first, Vero was stunned by the words. The next second, she laughed. A mocking, sarcastic laugh. “Peace?” she said, full of disdain.

Hastily, she rambled, “Mom, you have to trust me... Please trust me! I… I was just practicing the pose and looks for the show! As you know, they needed cool poses for the exhibition, so I was just practicing and getting in the mood! “As for the transaction record, Veronica told me she needed the money, so I paid her without knowing what she was using the money for!” Who would believe what she said? They sounded absurd! Even if Veronica wanted to borrow some money, she would have asked for a whole number—something like 20,000 bucks—instead of the exact 19,500 bucks, which just so happened to be the price for the halophilic bacteria!

Author’s POV “You’re going to become toothless by the time you get back home,” Vera quipped as she struggled to take the ice and vodka away from Scarlett, but Scarlett aggressively chewed on the ice. She was too furious to think straight. “Sorry, Vee, for stealing you away from your work hours. But can you imagine what those people did?!” She bellowed indignantly. “Who the hell is chairman Tate?!” She yelled, but Vera closed her mouth before she could draw any more attention to them.

Could Veronica, with her pragmatic wisdom and sharp wit, offer any solace in this tangled mess? With a deep breath, she pressed play. Veronica's voice, warm and familiar, filled the car, cutting through the static of doubt and confusion. "So," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone, "you befriended a prince in disguise, eh? Not bad, Nora, not bad at all." Nora chuckled, a dry, ironic sound. Veronica, ever the optimist, could find humor even in the most terrible situations.