Amelia Forbes
I'd resorted to going out more often, as it was the only way to clear my head. I could feel myself give up more and more as the days went by, although I didn't want to.
The school had emailed Nana about my grades and Nana and I had had a long talk about it. Her trying to find out if anything was wrong with me, me trying to concentrate on her words and not the pain from the hole in my chest.
So here I was this evening, walking round the town for the fifth time this week and finally coming to a stop in front of a liquor store.
There was a free bench directly opposite the store so I sat there, watching people move in and out of store, while trying not to think about how messed up my life was.
As I watched the store, a familiar looking girl walked through the doors-dressed in an oversized hoodie, similar joggers and a beanie-clutching a bottle of alcohol wrapped in brown paper in her left hand.
A sigh escaped me as I saw that it was Dani.