My Mila

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Amilia pov:

" I really don't want you to leave!" I  said crying to my best friend of 6 years. " I'm sorry I really have to." Lizzy said crying to.

Here we are. Standing in the closed ice cream shop after our last shift together. Lizzy is leaving for Boston tomorrow morning and I wil nog see her anymore after tonight.

Lizzy moved here 6 years ago when she was 10. She moved for buisnes but now she is moving back.

Lizzy and I still talk English but she is capable of talking Dutch but this is easier for her so I respect that.

"I will call you everyday with all the tea I have don't worry, everything wil be oké." I heard Lizzy voice that snapt me out of my thoughts.

"Promise?"
"Pinky promise!"

"Oké I really have to go now I need to leave at 6am tomorrow and it is now 10:30pm." She said. " I will miss you but we will call everyday."

"Bye Lizzy"
"Bye Amilia"

That was it. 6 years of friendship and now I'm alone again. I was used to being alone before she was here.

My parent always work. They are rarely home. I stil love them but I really mis them. They think that they can buy me everything I want and I will be happy. But I just want a family that is there for me and not work 24/7.

And in school I have some friend. But I now they are ale fake. My only real friend is Lizzy. But now she is gone.

I snap out of my thought when I hear a car pass by. It is 11pm great. I have school tomorrow at 8:30am so I really need to go to sleep.

I grab my e-bike and cycle home. I have a e-bike because I need to cycle 10km to school. Love it.

"Gaan we weg?
Ik hou niet eens van house
Ik dans alleen door jou
Als je down bent, ben ik down, down, down"

I hear playing in my earbuds. It's the new song from Roxy Dekker and Ronnie Flex.

(Are we leaving?
I don't even like house
I only dance because of you
When you're down, I'm down, down, down)

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I hate cycling.
I HATE it.
Ughhh.

It is raining. AGAIN. Like please just let me come home dry once. ONCE. Is it so hard.

Ugh now my hair is wet. I don't want to sleep with wet hair. But I front want to blow dry it. I just want to sleep.

Please somebody I just want to sleep.

I hate the Netherlands. I just want to live in Italy. My parents have a house there but I'm not allowed to move in.

Why? I am to young. I'm sixteen. Sixteen they find to young. Ugh I hate this.

But yeah I will just go to sleep. I wil deal with this in the morning I'm to tired.

Jippie get up even earlier!

Aah the first chapter is done. I think it turned out great .

Any tips?