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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 moves to England with her mother and starts at Winwood Academy where she gets a hit to the face by a certain British boy's rugby ball.
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TUESDAY
"How are you feeling?" My mom asks, stroking back my hair.
I grunt in response and cover the blanket over my head. Quinn had left earlier and my mom had arrived home a few hours ago. Now I was laying in bed watching Gossip Girl in the dark.
"You're probably better off staying home tomorrow. Try get some sleep, alright?" She says and kisses my forehead.
"Mhm." I mumble incoherently and close my eyes again "G'night."
"Goodnight, my Maddie." She whispers softly before slipping out my room.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep instantly, the tv still playing in the background.
WEDNESDAY
I woke up when the sun shone through my room. I'd forgot to close the curtains last night. I groan and reach for my phone from the bedside table. 9:00. I would've already missed first period. Three new messages. Logan
Wednesday 8:00 am
Quinn told me you're sick, I can drop over this weeks homework tonight. Hope you feel better soon :) <3
Wednesday 9:02 am
Alr, thank you. :))
Mom
Wednesday 8:30 am
Medicine and cough sweets on counter. There's some food for you in the fridge. Stay hydrated. Love you. 😚
Thanks mom, love you too.
I turn off my phone and climb out of bed. I walk to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I take out my retainer and brush my teeth before going to the kitchen. I grab a yoghurt out of the fridge and take my medicine. Surprisingly it tastes alright. I make myself honey tea and stir it whilst walking towards the front door to grab the mail on the entrance floor. There's two envelopes, a magazine and- flowers. Who the hell put flowers through the letter box? I pick them up and read the note — the flowers were tiny blue Forget-Me-Nots that looked hand picked.
From my moms garden. (Don't tell her.) Feel better soon :) - Quinn
He got me flowers just because I had a little cold? I'm pretty sure that's the nicest thing someone's done for me.
I bring the other mail into the kitchen and place them on the counter. I find a small glass vase from the cupboard and pour water in it to put the flowers in. I take them upstairs and put the on my windowsill. I'd probably find a better place for them later. I grab a pair of sweatpants out of my bottom drawer and a hoodie from the wardrobe and pick a book from my bookshelf. The Secret History. I'd put this off for a while and since I had nothing better to do I curled back into bed and read through the whole thing in about three hours. I fell asleep almost immediately after
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"Any better?" My mom asks, holding a hand to my forehead.
"Yeah, I'll probably go back in tomorrow."
"Good. Take the medicine with you just incase." She says and hands me a plate of pasta. "I talked to my boss today. She said my next placement will be in Georgia, sometime in January." Punch me in the gut, why don't you? For the first time in- ever I was starting to feel at home. Just to be tore away from it again in January. It's only been two weeks but I'd made friends and England was starting to grow on me.
I nod and put on a smile, "Georgia, huh? Sounds good, mom." I say, picking up pasta with my fork.
She smiles back and kisses my forehead. The doorbell rings and she disappears into the hallway.
"Oh, hello! You must be Logan. I'm Jules, Maddie's mom." I hear my mom say. I jump off my chair and walk over.
"It's nice to meet you." Logan smiles at my mom and turns to me. "Hey, Madeline. Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"I brought some work from today and yesterday. Quinn told me you were worried about missing something important." She holds out some papers and I take them.
"Thank you, I'll be back at school tomorrow." I reply.
"I can give you a ride if you want. Text me in the morning." She says, waving goodbye.
"Alright, see you."
"Quinn, huh?" My mother's voice makes me jump as I shut the door. "That's Logan's brother, right?"
"Yes." I answer, turning on my heels and walking back to the kitchen to avoid any more questions.
"The one that helped you out yesterday?" she asks, following behind me.
"Yes." I answer again as I sit back down on the stool.
"Hm, is he nice?"
"Yes."
"Your age?"
"Yes."
"Do you like him?"
"Momm." I groan and brush past her to put my plate in the sink.
"I'm just asking!" She grins.
I roll my eyes and grab my phone before heading upstairs. "Night, Mom."
"Night, sweetie." She smiles. "You know, there's no shame if you like him."
