"Julia, we're leaving! Get your bag, and get your ass out the door!" "Izzy, don't speak to your sister like that, you know what she's going through" I heard my mum murmur, from the bottom of the stairs. "Mum, I know, but.. It's been three months. She's totally dragging this out!" Iz winged. I swung my bag over my shoulder and peered out on to another crappy day, with grey, crappy weather, living my sinfully crappy life.All Rights Reserved