Paisley
It hasn’t been enough that the last couple of weeks have been hell with everything. Now, I am in bed with the damn flu! I have been for the last couple of days. This isn’t anything unusual for me. I always seem to get it at this time of year and end up in bed for a week. It sucks, but it has been that way since I can remember. My mum always made me feel better with her chicken noodle soup and her caring ways. But since I lost her, I have had to deal with it myself; and I swear, without my mum, it lasts longer. Isla and Leona have been looking after me. Ewan had even stopped by. I wanted to be left alone to feel sorry for myself, but that hadn’t been the case.
My phone started ringing. I groan and reach for it, every part of me aching. I see it was Isla calling, which I didn’t mind.
“Hey,” I say groggily.
“I am sorry, please don’t hate me,” she blurts out.
“Uh Hate you for what”
What is she on about I am baffled.