Author's note: I am sorry. I can't express how sorry I am that I have been such a lazy writer. I am guessing you all are hating me for being so rude and I totally understand. However, I have made a little agreement with myself. Every Sunday, no matter how tired I am, I will get some form of chapter up for my wildflowers. Seriously, I'm gonna try hard to overcome my writer's block and get back into a routine. Also, HUGE THANKS FOR 8.66K! LIKE OMG, I AM A BIG PROUD MAMA BIRD OF THIS LITTLE HOBBY I STARTED ALL THOSE MONTHS AGO! We're five days away from the four month anniversary and I am so happy. Thank you all and I'm sorry for the wait. Byeyas, my wildflowers! <3

~~~March 7th 2015~~~

My phone vibrates on my side table. I reach over to see that I have three unread emails, probably some junk mail. I sigh and unlock my phone- yep, I was right. One discount for Pandora Jewellery, one deal from Dominoes and wait, what? An email from an [email protected]? What do they want? I open the email and glance at the first few lines...

Dear Ms. Murphy,

According to our records, you did not arrive to our vicinity, ' The Bellandini Hotel' on the 6th of March as you were obliged to, beginning at 6am and finishing at 4pm. Therefore, the wages from the two shifts that were registered as to your absence shall be deducted from your paycheck...

I skip to the last paragraph,

If this behaviour becomes a regular occurrence, the employers of 'The Bellandini Hotel' may resort to dismissing you from your duties at the establishment. You shall be observed whilst on the premises at all times until further notice.

Kind regards,

Mr. R. Bellandini, The Bellandini Hotel

Ahh, I'm such an idiot! I completely forgot about work! I'm surprised I wasn't fired immediately, maybe they're just so short of staff? GAAHHHHHH I'M SO DUMB! I smash my head into my pillow, several times but just enough to not give me a concussion or something. With every hit I scream, "I. Am. An. Idiot." If I repeat it enough times I will be able to finally accept it. I am an idiot.

"Sam?" Niamh rushes into the room, taken aback by me slamming my head on the bed. I look up at her and mutter something along the lines of "Don't worry, I'm fine." She raises a suspecting eyebrow before sliding out the room to leave the idiot alone. I slump out of bed and towards the door, unfazed as I trip on a pile of clothes. It's like my mind has gone numb- I can't register anything apart from how stupid I am. The only thought running through my head is how I'm going to survive the week without that wage. I need every penny I earn and yesterday's shopping didn't really help my purse out.

I stumble into the kitchen and straight into Amy. She yelps but catches me before I collide with the floor. With Niamh's help, she carries me to the sofa and lays me down with a huge sigh. "I guess this week has been difficult, am I right?" Amy perches on the sofa arm, brushing my ratty hair out my face. "You don't know the half of it..." Niamh dampens a teatowel under the kitchen tap before rushing to lay it on my forehead. The coolness brings back the colour in my cheeks.

"Oh really, what's happened now?" I tell the both of them about the email, twiddling a loose thread on my top between my fingers. I bite my tongue so I don't say anything about Charlotte in front of Niamh- she's had enough bully drama to last a lifetime! As much as I want us to be completely truthful with each other, I don't want her to be worrying about me on top of everything else she's gone through.

Amy hugs me tight, repeating over and over again that everything is alright. I thought at first she was trying to comfort me but after a while, it seemed a bit like she was trying to convince herself more than anything. Without Helena's wages- wait she never paid for anything, that bitch! All those times over the last week when she would use all the hot water for her stupid bath sauna thing, or eat the last of the bread and not say anything. WHY I OUGHTA! Oh, I just don't want to see her today. Gahh, why'd she have to be so rude to my little sister? Yeah there were some plot holes but she could've explained herself if Helena were more understanding. I hate bitches like that who have no recollection for other people's points of view.

"How long until the she-demon should be here?" Niamh giggles behind her hand at my nickname for my ex-friend whilst Amy chuckles and tousles my hair. "It's three, you doofus. She's already came and got all her stuff that me and Niamh kindly and lovingly packed for her..." I can sense a slight hint of sarcasm surprisingly enough.

Niamh butts in and clarifies, "Yeah, she actually means we shoved all her crap into some cheap, nasty cardboard boxes. Oh, and we didn't forget a few added 'extras' for the road..." She mimes spitting before grinning demonically. I act horrified as her and Amy laugh maniacally, cackling like two witches.

"You are evil, pure evil. The pair of you!" I chuckle slightly but wince when pain courses through my upper arm. They stop laughing and pale, asking me what's wrong. I attempt to talk but the throbbing leaves me gritting my teeth so I just point at where it hurts and whimper. Amy rushes to the bathroom for a first aid kit whilst Niamh wraps my arm with the teatowel that was still on my head. My best friend skids back into the room and fumbles to open the case. Eventually, she manages that and squirts a tube of cream onto my skin. The pain decreases but it's still considerably overwhelming. She unravels the damp cloth and rubs in the cream. My bicep soothes and I can barely register any stinging. Gently, Amy straps my arm in bandages. She takes care in being delicate as she weaves the fabric. To finish it off, she slips it into a sling and ties it around my neck.

"Thanks. Hey, when'd you learn how to do first aid?" She blushes as she clicks shut the medical box. "Summer camp, when I was little..." I know Amy doesn't like to talk about her childhood so I don't push her any further. Niamh opens her mouth to speak but a quick elbow in the ribs shuts her up. She takes the case from Amy and carries it back into the bathroom.

"Listen, Amy, I've got some things to tell you but I don't want Niamh to know, ok? I don't want her panicking about me..." She nods her head slowly as if she's scared. "But you don't mind me panicking? Damn, priorities much? Don't worry, you know I'm only messing, go on!" I take in a deep breath as my sister walks back into the room.

"Hey, I'm not intruding or anything? Cause I can go if you want me to. " I insist that she stays, shooting a we'll-talk-later look to Amy. I think she got the message because she makes room for Niamh to sit next to her. "How about we watch a movie? Here, Sam, take the remote and pick one on Sky Store. No horror though, I kinda value going to sleep tonight. I'll grab snacks whilst Niamh, you go get all our duvets. We might as well have a slumber party of sorts whilst we're at it!"

Niamh squeals and rushes out the room as Amy chuckles lightly but follows. I pick up the remote and scroll through the films. Fast and Furious 5... not in the mood. The Notebook... I do not want to cry right now, thank you very much! St. Trinians... maybe? Wait, I have found the perfect movie. I have not seen this in years and right now, this is all I need. Childhood memories and the little girl I spent them with. I would've been twelve when it was released and it became extremely quickly my favourite film ever- me and Niamh watched it non stop on DVD. I can't wait to relive the moments again.