Diary Of An Awkward Human {A.I}

Here we go.

***1st January***

CHARLEIGH'S POV

New year, new me. Ha ha, literal bullshit right there. I was the same as I was yesterday, just with an extreme hangover. Oh, and in the same bed as my best friend. Needless to say that neither of us weren't going anywhere near a photoshoot anytime soon.

Even when we were presentable, we wouldn't.

It was the second year we were in England and I was still waiting for the call from my mum or dad to tell me when they had sorted their stuff out and I could return home: Australia.

I realise what your probably thinking, but it seems that I couldn't stay at my Nana's or Grandpops, no; I had to go to the other side of the freaking world just so I wouldn't get caught up in their problems.

They got divorced last year and because of all the paperwork they decided I should go somewhere else to protect me. So, as any friend would, I took my trust sidekick, Katy, along with me so we could cause havoc together. That didn't happen, however, and we bought separate flats for no reason. Although, my flat wasn't really a flat, it was more of an attic that was sold to me from the rich people downstairs. They apparently didn't need it so, they gave it to me.

Yes! A flat that belonged to me. Sounds fun; all movies you can watch, the food you can eat, the amount of washing you don't need to do.

Sigh.

Being me was difficult. I thought it could make this flat really Tumblr like with sheets hanging from the ceiling and having fairy lights and cool wallpapers. But, being me, I didn't think of anything else and about a week into my new Tumblr self, I completely ruined everything by forgetting to do the dishes and the washing and the Tumblr me had corrupted.

And that was my story up to date.

"Piss of C, I'm trying to sleep why the hell would you wake me up this early in the morning you absolute as-- ", I punched her in the arm.

"It's two in the afternoon." I scrunched my face up. Putting my phone down. I had already woken up and walked the dog (in my pajamas, obviously). I had gone back to bed straight afterwards.

"Fuck off, is it two, its seven. Don't bullshit me C", those were the pure innocent words that grumbled out of my best friends mouth.

"When have I ever bullshitted you Katy?" I rolled over to see a scruff looking dog sleeping. Well, trying, at least.

"Yesterday, when you convinced me I was drinking orange juice mixed with a 'tad' of vodka, you lying piece of sh-- ", I punched her again, "C, you swear just as much as me, if not more, stop trying to make me stop" Katy groaned as she finally sat up.

She ran a hand through her knotted black hair and sighed. "Screw my life, its a whole new year and I am sat here, with you, with a killer headache".

"What more could you ask for?", I laughed lazily as I too, sat up and pulled my light brown hair into a bun.

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I didn't even know what we did that whole day. We stacked all my DVD's into a pile that, much to our amusement, reached the ceiling.

Bailey however was no use, the arrogant dog knocked it over with his happiness about four times. That tail could break knock a human over, I was sure.

We rewatched the whole season of the walking dead because we are dedicated people.

We walked Bailey a further two more times that day. But not even a single text from either of my parents wishing me a happy new year.

It's not like I was constantly thinking about it, I was just a bit disappointed that I didn't cross their mind on New Years Day. But, who was I to complain, I got to spend it with my best friend and my lovely hangover (note the sarcasm).