The flowers on the other side of the road

Chapter four

Today was a bit different but yet still boring. It was Saturday, I don't do any sports so basically I sat at home reading teen fiction and watching Netflix. The weekends were a lot better then weekdays but really the weekends don't impress me either.

My day started when I woke up at 9:37 (yes I tend to have sleep ins on weekends.) I can't really describe my day other then it being boring, nothing is interesting in my life I do the same things over and over and ever since we moved to Amsterdam I felt like I was alone and I had no support from family or friends and I don't think I ever will.

Something doesn't seem right in my head it's like my brain is telling me to do something but not telling me exactly what. The thought of moving to Amsterdam for a good cause seems weird to me, moving to Amsterdam ruined my life but apparently it might be for the best.

Mid-day arrives and I am still in bed in my pyjamas reading. I don't bother having lunch I'm not in the mood I feel terrible I guess I may just be sick.

I decide to get out of bed and have a shower, as we have no hot water because me and mum aren't the richest I have a freezing cold shower but it wakes me up. I dry myself and hold the towel on me for a couple of minutes so I receive some warm ness. I then get dressed for the day and done. I feel a lot better I am clean and although I am un-we'll the shower really did help.

As I start reading my book again I hear the front door open (our front door creeks so it is very easy to realise that someone is home.) I knew that it must have been mum she probably went out to go get bread or something cheap that we can afford. I don't bother going to mum we don't have the best relationship ever since her and dad separated.