It's been a week already after going separate ways with my family. Everything is not going well at all. Life really goes the other way around when you're living with them. I still haven't received any reply from my mom.
Bad luck is clinging onto me, wherever I go or even whatever I try to do, I always end up failing.
Hermione and I are currently standing outside a coffee shop, leaning on the brick walls. It's now 11:00 in the morning, the shop is filled with lots of customers, that's why we decided to just stay put.
"Mione, have you heard any news from my mom?" I asked, hoping that she did.
"Since the day that she requested for my help to be with you always, there's nothing else that I know. Anyway, do you trust that guy?" Hermione questioned, looking at her fingernails.
I shrugged an
