AMANDA POV
A few minutes passed by before I caught myself staring out of the window. I glanced at my hands and checked if there was any notification on my phone.
There was none and I just scoffed at my phone as I scrolled. There was nothing to keep me busy so I just put my left leg over my right and balance on the couch well.
My mind’s eye flickered through the recollections of what has been happening on the internet for a while. The weight of the phone was on my fingers.
The smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air as I inhaled and reached for the glass of water that I kept on the middle table.
I gulped the water thirstily and I recalled the names I was being called on the comment section.
How people kept making fun of me and calling me a poverty stricken w***e. I swallowed at the though……
Waiting for the first comment……
Please log in to leave a comment.