CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
AUTHOR'S POV
She waited patiently at the bus stop for little Michael to show up in his school bus. She was ready to wait all year long as long as she would get her revenge. Not even the afternoon sun could stop her from accomplishing the act. She looked beautiful in her maroon gown and black socks boot. Her brown hair was blown a trifle harder by the wind, and her red glistening lips was made dryer. Even the wind was aware of the sacrilege she was about to commit and the tears she was about to cause someone.
She did not feel any emotion, but anger. She stood in the rocky reassurance that she was about to teach someone a great lesson. A lesson that should've been taught long ago. She looked calmly at her wristwatch, and memorised the figure, 2:50pm, smiled beautifully and held her Kelly hand bag closely to herself.
