Alice Milburn hated how her life revolved around chaos. With her mum being a sex therapist, her dad being an absent author, her brother being seemingly late to puberty (Jean's words, not hers) and his best friend always trying to become popular, Ali...
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chapter thirty two
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MAEVE HAD NOT CALLED ALICE BACK SO THE OLDER GIRL ASSUMED THAT THEY WERE GOING TO MEET AT THE BAKERY. She had debated messaging Maeve to clarify it but decided against it, not wanting to seem clingy or needy. Alice, honestly, wasn't expecting Maeve to show up. She had no hope of the younger girl coming to this place and, if she did, Alice would genuinely be surprised.
That's why she had even brought her headphones with her, music playing directly into her ears with her sketchbook in front of her to draw the scenery in front of her from her place beside the window. Alice knew it was wrong to think so lowly of Maeve that she wouldn't show up but it wasn't exactly something she could be blamed for considering the disaster of what was supposed to be their first date.
Alice was watching the outside world, feeling very detached from it all. She saw some kids paddling on by on their bikes, laughing amongst each other. She saw an elderly woman walking home with groceries, not bothered by the grey clouds in the sky. She saw a young couple running towards the woods with a picnic basket. Alice saw everything from her own secluded corner and it was something that intrigued her; so many people she has passed by in her life had lives on their own so completely disconnected from her own that she had no idea about.
