Life of a Fangirl

Chapter 7

Mum opened the front door and I collapsed into her arms sobbing again. She stroked my hair and thanked Amy's mum, before taking me upstairs. I heard Freddie call after us from the living room where he was watching tv in his pyjamas, like every evening. "Is Rosie crying? What's happened? Is she ill?"
"No, don't worry Freddie, she's fine."
As soon as I reached my bed I fell onto it. "Do you want to talk, or shall I leave you to get some sleep?"
"Can we talk in the morning? I'm quite tired," I mumbled, half asleep already.
"Of course love. Goodnight." I got up and pulled on my pyjamas, before climbing back into bed. My alarm clock read 7:26pm. Freddie would be coming to bed. Dad would be coming home from work. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I looked forward to a day where I didn't have to see Jamie. That night I cried myself to sleep, even though I was exhausted. I knew I wasn't good enough for a boy, especially not a popular one. And he made me felt like I was. I was stupid, I didn't listen to Amy. I let a boy into my life, but it turns out that he tore my heart in two.
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I rolled onto my side and looked at the clock. It was 11:07am. The sun was shining through my curtains brightly. Mum must have drawn them when I was asleep. She had also plugged my phone into its charger and put it on my bedside table. I could hear the rest of the family awake and busy downstairs. But I couldn't face getting up. I spent the next few hours hugging my knees under the covers, and crying more. Mum popped her head round the door at about 1:30. "We're making lunch. Do you want some?" I hadn't eaten for at least 24 hours, but surprisingly wasn't hungry. "No thanks."
"Honey, you need to eat something."
"Fine, I'll come down," I sighed.
"No, don't worry I'll bring it up. It's mac and cheese."

She came back upstairs ten minutes later with a bowl full of steaming food. I sat up in bed and ate. It was delicious. Mum left the room, and I soon finished and put the bowl on the floor. I had some courage to look at my phone. There was a text from Jamie:
I'm really sorry :( x
He actually had the nerve to text me after what he put me through. I sighed, and saw I also had a text from Amy, and one from Ron.
Amy's message read: Hey hon! If at any time you need me to bring round a couple of DVD's and some chocolate, just ask;) xxx
I replied
thank you for always being there for me, you're a great bff(: xxx
And checked the message from Ron:
Hope you're feeling better :-)
I sent back
thanks:)
and switched my phone off. Ron was actually really sweet. Sweeter than Jamie anyway, now that I know why he even talked to me in the first place.

The rest of the day consisted of me listening to music on my phone. I didn't feel like updating on wattpad, so I put my headphones on and blocked out the world. I also grabbed my diary (more of a doodle book) and scribbled out every heart that I had filled in with 'Ramie' or 'Rosie and Jamie'. I know it sounds stupid now, but I was quite impressed with the ship name I had made up for us. I then drew broken hearts all over the page, and was more angry than sad at this particular moment of the 'break up' stage. I went back to sleep at 8pm.

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On Sunday, I did pretty much the same as I did on Saturday. I lost all track of time when I was feeling like this.
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My alarm clock woke me up at 6:30am like usual. Great, school. I got out of bed, having slept a lot the past weekend, before realising that I hadn't done any of my homework. I had Maths, Physics, Chemistry and French to do. Not that much considering my usual weekend amount. I really didn't feel like going to school. Mum came in and told me that I could take today off only to catch up on homework. I was relived, and got started straight away so that I could listen to more music and sulk for the rest of the day. I showered and got dressed into comfortable clothes, and started with my French.

By midday I had finished all of my homework. I went downstairs and switched on the TV. Mum and dad were at work, and Freddie was at school, so I had the house to myself until 3:30. I basically just watched the first two Hunger Games movies for those whole three hours. I got up to have some cereal at about 2pm, but then carried on being lazy in the living room. When mum came home with Freddie, I decided to let him watch what he wanted and sloped back upstairs. I still didn't want to go on wattpad, so I pulled out Divergent and finished it (once again) before dinner.