Throwing on some sweats and a hoodie I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put my glasses on. I felt relaxed already. Heading downstairs I could hear the chatter from the living room.

"Hey honey how was your day?". My gran was sat on the couch with a glass of wine, George beside her his arm around her shoulder.

"It was okay". I shrugged. "I'm just glad it's the weekend". Heading to the kitchen I opened the fridge my eyes falling on the cookies. Taking one I grabbed a bottle of coke. I wasn't ...