Life was a bitch. Life was a bitch especially when her period arrived a week early and Amelia had not been at the grocery shopping, meaning, she had not been stocked up on her period pads.
Neither was the chocolate in the fridge along with the sour patches.
Amelia usually went home in the evening after making her dinner and putting it in the microwave. That left Leah with only one option and that was to go on her own.
Thankfully, since it was the area where University students were living, grocery shops were close along with a lot of eating joints.
The cramps were not going to begin for the next two hours and there was no parking around in the short shops so it was better that she worked as quickly as possible.
With her wallet in her hoodie, she walked out of her apartment building with a jute bag with her. Fuck plastic.
