7. that nasty bucket!
I walked into Millie's room, which was across the hall from mine, and knocked on her door gently, when I heard I quiet "come in" escape from the inside. I opened the door slowly to see tissues all over the floor and a bucket which I will spare the details but lets just say it was nasty!
I closed the door quietly and walked over to Millie who was pale faced but with a red nose, as the good friend that I am I picked up the bucket of nastiness and emptied it. As I walked back to her room I realised that something was wrong and it just wasn't what was in that bucket! I went and sat down beside her bed and asked what was really wrong.
WHAT'S WRONG. WHAT'S WRONG. WHAT'S WRONG IS THAT EVERYONE ON TWITTER IS BLAMING ME FOR MY MOTHER'S DEATH AND THE REASON WHY MY DAD IS IN JAIL!
"look" I said handing Ari my phone