![]() ![]() The memories of finally being with my friends flashed through my mind and made me smile. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and my mind began to wonder to the events of the weekend. Anyway, I walked into the kitchen and still didn’t see my mum. ![]() After going up to my room and dumping my bag on the floor, deciding unpacking was something I could do when I decided to do something productive, which could be today or on my 21st birthday, only time will tell. I walked through the front door, not greeted by anyone and just hearing silence. Not Mia and Nate’s house, which was what I called home to be honest, but my actual house. The reason why I did hate my house was because I’m treated more like a criminal in it than I was in prison.Īfter the weekend at the cabin, an awesome weekend by the way, as well as confusing as hell considering I almost banged my best friends little sister not only once, but twice, I returned back to my house. Well, that’s if you didn’t hate your home with a passion.ĭon’t get me wrong it’s not because I have cockroaches hanging off the walls or because my house smells like a clogged up toilet. That’s meant to be what you think when you return back to your own house after being away for a long time. ![]() Like many of you have asked, i have provided. A/n: thank you to purple_monster for the amazing banner! i have a good looking cast! ![]()
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