Day 6 - Shoes

I don't even. This is the suckiest topic ever.
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Cecil was very excited when I showed him my abilities in the dreamspace. Like, really excited. So excited that he was apparently going to call HUT immediately after waking up. I found it amusing and also a bit confusing. I'd had no idea I was somehow better than average in something like this.

After school I go with mum to get myself new running shoes. My old ones are all worn out at the heel and lacing is kind of screwed up as well. I haven't been spending a lot of time with mum recently, what with school work and choir and stuff, and I've been feeling a bit bad about it. This way, I get to spend time with her and also get new shoes.

The shop assistant is more than happy to help us find shoes (because that's what they're there for), and when he goes to the backroom to get the other shoe I'm trying on, mum looks at me in the way mums always do when they want to talk about something but don't know how to approach the subject without seeming too nosy. I wait patiently for her to stop fidgeting.

"So, honey," she starts. "You, uh, you've been a bit, how should I say... preoccupied lately. Is everything all right?"

I blink. Not exactly where I thought she was going with this.

"I know there's a lot happening in your life right now," she continues on, "what with school and finding a university and the whole thing with the, uh, elemental? And I don't mean to pry too much into it, I know you're 18 now and that makes you an adult, I'm just... worried. You have seemed, oh I don't know.... troubled?"

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about," I tell her. "There's just a lot of things to do right now, once summer holidays begin I'll be a lot more relaxed."

"Well that's good," mum says and I can see her deflate. "I was thinking it was love trouble."

"Mum, please," I say but I do feel a heat rise to my cheeks.

"Maybe that Leea girl...?" she suggest and I laugh. I full on laugh. The shop assistant comes back and looks very confused.

"Leea is just a friend, mum, oh god," I wheeze out. She shrugs, but she's smiling again, and we go back to buying shoes.
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Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh I don't like it. But it'll have to do I'm running out of time and have 0 ideas. Also, about the summer writing thing, yeh let's do it! We need a schedule... Every other day is too much, but maybe like... We each write twice a week? Do you wanna do regular posts in addition to this? Like I make a story post on Monday, you write a regular post on Tuesday and a story post on Wednesday, I write a story post on Thursday and a regular post on Friday and you do a story post on Saturday and on Sunday no one does anything because


Is that too much? Three posts per week? I think we could do it. Maybe.... Probably.... I don't think I have a whole lot of stuff to do, but idk. Does this sound good?

But yeh, I'm going to bed bye.

Pie out.