A Few Weeks Later.
I sighed and rolled over in my bed. Today was going to be a busy one. I had my therapist this afternoon, I had to go shopping for last minute school things and my friends had been bugging to meet up with me so I can tell them all about my ‘’Amazing’’ holiday.
Obviously, I’ve been completely avoiding all of that, but school starts in just a few days and since flying home, I’ve done bugger all except mope around… probably one of the reasons my mum and dad are making go to a therapist in the first place.
I heard someone come running up the stairs and just waited for the knock at the bedroom door. Sure enough, a few seconds later, it came.
‘Come on El, You gotta get up, You got a busy day!’. I rolled my eyes and pulled my duvet back up over my face.
Yeah, A busy day of
