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Well where have I been with this recount? Literally nowhere. A year has now passed and George and I were still together and happy. Will snagged himself a girl and Alex still had his obsession with bathwater. I moved in with them too but let me go back into detail about this...

January 6th, 10:45am.
I remember standing in the middle of my apartment, just staring at nothing but my mind wandering into a dreamscape. (B/f/n) came to mind and how their smile would make things okay. A feeling of joy and warmth that with them by my side, I could conquer the world. But they weren't there anymore. And I'd finally accepted that. But what I hadn't accepted was the fact that my own mother blamed me and that the Bastard manipulated her to make herself look innocent. I knew she wasn't. Her curling wand was left on the dressing table, burning hot. The wood caught fire and then it spread all through the house. I barely managed to evacuate myself, it was only after the roof collapsed I was told they were still in the building.

It was after the police and fire department came that we informed. We were told the blaze was started by a curling wand. My mum was well aware I didn't own one let alone use one. My father knew straight away the culprit. But Bethany Sanders could not accept it was an accident and that she wouldn't be charged. So, she layed it all on me. Made up the story, acted all distraught and whatever and my mother believed it. And since that day I rarely talk to her. And to today, I don't forgive Beth. Yes, I should move on but...the fact that this tension between us could have never happened to begin with, pisses me off the most. And since that day, she'd try and take things away from me. Reason? Probably guilt but I really don't care.

I just know that I don't hate many people as much as I hate her. Never hated someone as much to the point that I hope they die.

And I really hope Beth bloody dies.

I went on a tangent, when I snapped out of my trance I realised that I hadn't been keeping the place in shape at all. It was hard living alone at a young age. And the worst bit was that everything brought back horrendous memeories. I fell to my knees but didn't cry. I just whispered:

"I can't do this anymore." And immediately fumbled with my pocket to find my phone and call George. He picked up instantly, faster than usual.
I didn't bother with a 'hello'.

"George, hush, I need to ask a favour. Can I move in with you? The environment and atmosphere of my place is dreadful and I need to stop being sad all the time. Can you help me?" To this he accepted my cry and a smile of relief crawled onto my face.

I started packing later that day, shoving all my clothes into suitcases, even though he was just the other end of the corridor. My belongings went into boxes and I wiped up the kitchen, bathroom and living room. I visited the landlord explaining that I'd be moving in with 765 and he was nice enough to accept it straight away.
I asked Alex and George for help carrying my stuff and by the evening, my stuff had been moved in completely.

Of course, George's room was too small for my set up so I used the loving room space instead: a little empty corner all to myself. The flat was 2 bed so I obviously shared with George since he was my boyfriend and all. Things felt as if they were going to look up. I'd be living with my best friend and boyfriend and I'd get to see the other lads more.

The best thing is that Bastard Beth was too stupid to ask for my new location so she had no idea where I was and I really didn't bother telling my family.

I flopped onto the sofa after unpacking. George plopped himself next to me and Alex after. We all huffed and giggled.

"This is gonna be great." I smiled warmly, my face muscles welcoming a more constant smile.

"Innit." George replied. We 3-way fist pumped like the 15 year olds do in movies.

All was looking up.

Or so I thought...

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My DUDES

The last few chapters may come out today!! I literally got motivated to write this while brushing my teeth yeet.

I hope you enjoy and I promise it gets more exciting

-Meg