I Think I'm Writing Again.

Chapter Godknowswhat:

This would not have been the best time to get my ass kicked, so I moved (I did not run, I was not afraid of him) away from George. I saw a closet that I could maybe hide, wait in. Until it was safer at least. There wasn't much space in there, because a ton of clothes. But it was better than anything else so I did my best to slip in there. I was almost to a safe spot where no one could see me even if they opened one of the doors. Suddenly I completely wiped out when my foot got caught on something. I looked towards whatever it was that took me down and it was Sarah sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"You tripped me."
"You stepped on me." she retorted.
Sliding Doors is kind of a weird movie. I mean like, the whole movie you're kind of thinking "How is this possibly going to end when there's two realities happening at once. And then near the end I thought it would be really funny if she died in both possibilities, which she didn't. But the whole purpose of the movie I guess is to be like "Deal with it. It gets better." LOL. not really, but if you see it you'll know what I mean.
"No I didn't. I fell instead" I defended myself.
Sarah just shrugged. "Whyyyy are you in my closet?" She asked annoyingly.
It might be a better idea to let her go first.
"I am hiding from my ex's parents." she raised her eyebrows as if to ask if I could believe that.
"I'm hiding from your ex."
She was unsurprised. "Why?"
"I might have said one or two things to piss him off." I confessed.
"I can't imagine what could piss off such an even tempered person." She responded dryly.
Spending time in her with a closet wasn't too bad of an idea.
"Can I sit with you?"
Her eyebrow raised sharply asking me why I'd stupidly ask that.
"Beautiful show."
Why did she act like that was the first time she'd heard that?
"Really?" Sarah asked hopefully.
I nodded. "I only saw a few, but you're a great artist."
She smiled again.
"Thanks. I don't hear that alot"