My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

I need food.

I need food.

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My eyes fluttered open, as I rolled over in my bed. I squinted at my clock, trying to make the numbers come into focus.

4PM?!

"SUGAR!" I screeched, as I sprung out of bed and ran over to my wardrobe. I yanked out a pair of Gymshark leggings and an oversized, stone coloured, cropped jumper and threw them on. I guess I can shower later.

CARROTS! I haven't packed a single thing! Luckily, I reorganised my wardrobe recently and I know where everything is. My very, very large suitcase was tucked away in the corner. I grabbed just about every article of clothing, pair of shoes and accessory I could find and shoved them all in the suitcase. I may be a slight over-packer. I grabbed my toiletries, hair appliances, make-up, chargers and anything else that seemed semi-logical and shoved them in too. Now for the tricky part – closing it. I sat on top of it, in an attempt to squish it down. I managed to zip it up halfway and then it stuck. After some heavy negotiation I managed to close it completely. Thank gnocchi. I popped my acoustic guitar in its case, applied some light makeup and dragged my luggage downstairs. I found Liliana sitting in my kitchen. She was wearing an Ivy Park tracksuit with a white vest top.

"When did you get up?" I asked her, surprised that she was at my house before I had even made it downstairs.

"3pm, why?" she replied.

"I slept later than you?! That's terrible!" I exclaimed, shaking my head.

"Shut up. I needed food." She told me.

"Why didn't you eat at your own house?" I asked her.

"I already ate my food." She shrugged.

"Typical." I sighed.

"Food. NOW." She demanded.

"Don't be rude." I scolded.

"Please feed me, please." She smiled sweetly.

"You know where it is." I sighed.

"Yes, I do!" she exclaimed.

I texted Kade to remind him to meet us at Glasgow Central Station at 7pm.

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