Ten

Lou POV.

Mommy said she's busy, she can't even reply to her phone busy. How can she be so busy, maybe she's just avoiding me. Did she have enough with me already, I did try to be a good girl, I promise I did but it's hard sometimes and she's so far away.

Last night I had my onesie back on, if she left me this is the only thing left for me with her scent on it, I still got the whole perfume bottle but the onesie means the world to me.

I didn't sleep much either, just turning around in the bed, kicking my covers, I'm too hot and too cold in the same time. When finally the morning came I was as grumpy as ever, I got up and threw and an oversized hoodie on me with my leggings, I didn't bother with my hair putting it into a messy bun. I didn't put any make up either, my black circles were showing. In simple words I looked like the walking dead, I felt like them too, walking toward the school with zero to minus energy.

The first classes passed in a haze, I didn't even lift my head during