'So, Pris, hey wait up!' I asked chasing priscilla. Yes I called her Pris. I don't know why I did. Yet I just had called her that. Priscilla walked so fast to the point, I had begun to run and chase her.
"What?" She turned around, seeming very infuriated. Her arms folded, her face pale and rosy and her eyes a hazel green, she had this beautiful aura to her. She seemed stubborn but she had a certain charisma and character.
Thinking to myself, I began to ask myself, "does she hate me, if so why ?" Dozing off, I completely had forgotten she was talking. It was almost as if the world stopped moving and she just sounded like she was music to my heart and to those ears of mine.
"Well, go on then! What is it that you had to stop me from going to my job?" Priscilla stomped her foot and her eyes became darted glares. 'Dang. She really does indeed dislike me.' I thought to myself.
"Hahah, oh gosh wait you are talking to me!" I laughed. She darted more glares and was about to walk away. Leaning in I grabbed her hand. "Don't go, please?" I looked at her with my kind eyes which thus lead me to grab her hand.
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Mother Dearest (a cruella fanfiction/ 101 Dalmatians/ a future cruella sequel )
FanfictionMother Dearest is about the aftermath of how cruella faked her own death thus, she faked Estalla's death which was her old dying personality. Now seeking her own fortune aka Estella's fortune money that mummy's given her, she now has all the freedom...
