It was actually pretty sunny that morning. Still felt like cr** though.

* side note* I will never swear in this story without starring it, and I hope to do it very rarely.

I got up, and got dressed. I put on my fave dress-pink with butterfly's on. Going downstairs I realised I was home alone.

My mum goes to work at 5:30 sometimes, so I'm used to it by now. I went into the kitchen - with the intent of having

cereal. However, I saw something that caught my eye. On the sideboard there was a mug. A mug, with a tea bag in.

Strange, me and my mum never use tea bags. Only leaves, in the tea pot. I went over and dipped my finger in. Stone.

Cold. Strange. Being stupid, I carried on making my breakfast. It was only a few days later when I realised that

something was a bit skewiff.  Every Thursday and Sunday, when my mum was out, that same mug and tea bag would

appear on the side board. Of Course I had my suspicions, but I couldn't make sure.

* thanks so much for reading! Next chapter coming very soon XD *