♡ chapter 36 ♡

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millie's pov

i wake up with my head pounding and i look over to my nightstand to see a bunch of pill bottles with a glass of water next to it.

2 of them were my meds and one was advil. i look at my meds, staring at the bottle to see the details.

i decided to take more today, the more i take, the faster the process right?

i pour a few of each pill onto my hand and gulp it all down.

i put the empty glass on the nightstand and my meds next to it. i stood up walking to the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth.

i walk out to get changed into another pair of hoodies and sweatpants since these one were for home and i put some sunglasses on due to my hungover.

i grab the bottle of advil and talk downstairs, filling pascals bowl before walking to do the kitchen.

i place the the advil back into the cabinet and sat at the kitchen island.

"what's with the sunglasses?" mark asks

"hangover" i mumble as he chuckles

"millie bobby brown! i told you not to drink that much!" my mum exclaims, placing eggos in front of me

"i won $100 for that" i tell her

"you drank for money?" she yells making my head hurt

"actually no. i drank a lot before that but it was a competition and i beat like 20 people." i say quietly

"millie i did not raise you like this" she says sternly

"oh please, it's not like you haven't drank before" i scoff

"you're underaged!" she sighs

"i'm actually 18 in 3 months and anyways alcohol is the best escape for everything. i gotta go, see you later" i finish the eggo and grab my phone and keys before walking out to my car

i drive to school, parking at my spot before waking in.

i put my hood up, putting my hands into my pockets as i walk into the classroom.

"millie, you're late" principle harbour says

"i know that" i say quietly, walking to the back of the room

"as i was saying, today you're gonna pick your own colleges and pick at least 5 to apply to" he informs us as he walks out making us groan

"what's with the sunglasses?" gaten asks

"hangover dumbass" i say quietly

"jeez" he mumbles

"you didn't even drink" i say to him

"yeah well i didn't get into a fight" he shoots back

"touché" i smile

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