Nothing to do.
How relaxing.
What is one supposed to do on their day off? I had no idea - I had nothing to do.
And I didn't want ant alcohol. No, not after what happened to Jacques.
I would never touch another bottle of liquor again.
I knew you had to take liquor regularly in large amounts to develop cancer but I'm only eighteen and I had already taken a disgusting amount of liquor.
I had started when I was fourteen.
And I just realised I had forgotten my birthday all of those months ago.
Life is shit, to put it in simple terms.
But I'm going to make it a good, worthwhile shit.
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"Hi, Amira." I greeted her as she walked into my house.
"Hey, Amanda."
I hadn't seen Amira in a long time. Granted, I had only met her once, but she was really nice and kind so I had been looking forward to meeting her again.
"How has everything been?" She asked.
"Good," I lie.
"That's great."
"Anyway, do you want to do something today?" I asked.
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