Chapter 7

Freya Rose

I finished getting ready for my graduation and made my way downstairs. My mom was at the stove cooking, and as I walked past her, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Breakfast smells amazing, Mom,” I said while secretly swiping a piece of cooked bacon from the plate beside her.

“Oi, you cheeky madam.”

She tried to swat my hand away, but I was too fast for her, and was already tucking into my stolen goods. She laughed while I walked away and headed towards the dining table. I sat down at the end of the table and then asked her,

“Where's, Tristan?”

She turned her head and answered me,

“He's gone to pick up Cassie and Tyler. He said he'd be back in a bit.”

“Ah, okay, cool.”

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and opened up the photo gallery. I liked looking over all the old pictures I'd taken over the years. I was obsessed with making sure I had pictures of all the important people in my life, much to their dismay