Dark Horse
Someone even told my mum to get rid of me and adopt a cat!
I glanced at my watch, it was 4:30pm and I still hadn't seen my mum. I bit my lip, scrolling down my playlist and selecting a song I'd fallen in love with. The sweet sad lyrics of 'down like silver-broken coastline' normally brought tears to my eyes. Today, my eyes were dry, hollow in their sockets.
A sleek black Volvo stopped in front of me. My mother, in the drivers seat, held two smoothies in her hands. I opened the door, sat down and took the smoothie, muttering a half hearted "thank you."
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