STEYN

The next morning found me turning and tossing on my bed.

Instinctively, I jerked off the bed, sitting up almost immediately. The clock by my bedside table read ten o'clock which meant I was late for school.

I groaned, placing a head on my head and then I recalled it was the weekend.

"Fuck." I muttered.

That single act of jerking awake cost me a serious headache. I fell heads-up back on my bed, still groaning.

I sighed, remembering that I was going to be home all by myself today, at least until when my mum came home in the evening.

I racked my brain for what to do throughout the whole day. Calling Kylie was out of the question. Throughout the entire time I called her, it all went straight to voicemail.

I could do my assignment but I wouldn't use the entire day for that, right?

Calling friends was also out of the question, because who would I call?

I sighed all over and over again, thinking how pathetic my life was.

I started off by brushing my teeth and having my bath, then breakfast.