Songs: Not Afraid x Eminem
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*7am* Friday morning
"Honey, its Friday and you have to go to the place this morning." My mum yells. I groan so loudly that I almost bust my own ear drum. I drown out my mum's voice with the covers and pillows around my ears. I sit there for about 5 minutes until getting up.
"Do I have to go?" I whine to my mum, my voice still sounds like sleep.
"Yes, or if not you'll stay even longer. Now which do you pick?" She remarks. I roll my eyes, making sure she doesn't see before going downstairs to fix some tea. I use my dads old way of making his tea. Just adding milk, powdered cream, a little bit of sugar, and lots of honey to make it sweeter. I throw in a peppermint and use another one to stir everything with it.
I drink half of my tea and then decide what I'm going to wear. While walking up to my room I stomp my foot on the wall.
"BLOODY HE-" I scream before my mum cuts me off. Oh shoot I forgot she was here. My stomach turns when she walks up.
"What was that noise?" She asks.
"Oh, I hit my pinky toe on the wall. Nothing major." I wince at the pain trying to hold my smile back.
"Okay, well hurry and get dressed you leave at eight." She furrows her brows and walks off.
"Woah." I wipe my mouth. After that I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and mess with my dark curls before going into my closet.
I pick out dark jeans, a gray collared shirt, and a very light tan-grey shirt while taking some boots out. I slip that on and knock on my mums door.
"Ready?" She states the obvious.
I shrug and grab my belongings and a banana before heading outside to the door. Shoot Amanda wants to see me. Should I tell my mum to go to the stump or no.
"Uh. Mum?" I say
"Yes."
"Can we go to a stump or the park whatever to see my friend Amanda before I leave because she wanted to see me and I do too but I wanna make sure she's there so. Can we go right quick?" I blurt out, I can't believe how fast I said that.
"Um yeah. Where is it located?" She says clearly fumbled. I know she wants to ask questions but I'm not going to answer them if she does ask.
I give her directions and as soon as we pull up I see Amanda. I unbuckle my seat belt and head her way.
"Hi." She squeals.
"Hey. I'm about to leave as you can tell." I drop my hands in my pockets.
"Yeah I guess. I'm gonna miss you for that week." She giggles and sighs.
"I am too. Its gonna be boring as heck." I state.
"I want you to stay strong while you're there. I know its hard but eventually it should get better. Just remember that its not permanent. Like how Shawn Mendes sings I'm permanent you can't erase meee. Oh my gosh, that was the worst example ever." She laughs. I smile at her.
"Its fine. And thanks Amanda. You're the first to tell me this." I lean out to hug her. And she responds quickly giving me a warm hug.
"Okay then. Bye I'll see you Friday then." She says. Her eyes reaching mine.
"Later playette." I laugh.
"Ooh Harres has a girlyfriend." My mom says.
"Not true mum." I blush.
"Whatever Harry says." She mocks me. I roll my eyes before smiling.
"How long do we have?" Its 7:35 when I look at the clock.
"About twenty more minutes." She replies. I turn my head to the window before groaning softly. My mum turns on the radio and hums along to the song playing.
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