The days after returning to Cape Town slowly became more depressing. Annika called me every other day to check on me and invite me to hang out, but I didn't feel well. I felt guilty because she might have thought I was avoiding her, and I kind of was.

And as if I didn't have enough worries, I kept returning to cuddling with Lucy. I mean, how messed up was that? We were enemies for a few years already, she hated me, I hated her, and suddenly I was hugging her in my sleep. I guess that the one bed didn't help the situation, but still. And the worst? I kind of liked it. She was warm and seemed so peaceful and cute when she was asleep.

What the fuck was I even saying? I should just be glad that I woke up before her, or else I would die.

Anyway, Annika came to my house that day. I was wearing my pyjamas, and my hair looked like a lion's mane, but she just sat next to me offered me safari fruits and brought me a movie to watch.

"Your mum asked me to come." She whispered when the movie ended. As I have already said, Mum did not like Annika, she didn't even bother to hide it, so I was caught by surprise.

"Why?"

"She said you weren't feeling well. I wasn't sure whether I should come or not. I didn't want to bother you."

"I am glad you came." She smiled and leaned towards me.

"May I?"

"Sure." And that time, unlike all others, I felt like it was wrong. I loved Annika, but she was more like my best friend rather than my girlfriend.

Chipo seemed worried, as well. "Were your holidays that bad?"

"Yes." I lied. "I had to share a bed with Lucy. I can only feel lucky because she didn't punch me in her sleep. Or in general." That was partly true.

"You seemed to get along a bit better in your last session together. Maybe we should have another one before the school year starts?"

I didn't know why, but I wanted to say yes, maybe a bit too loud. Instead, I sighed. "If you think it's a good idea."

"I will schedule it for next week!" she exclaimed.

Fast forward a week, I found myself feeling nervous and kind of excited for the session. But mostly, I didn't know how to look Lucy in the eye after what had happened. Thankfully, that was on the last day in La Mercy, and I could avoid her, but this time Chipo wouldn't let me do the same.

Even mum could sense something was wrong and kept asking me about it while she drove me there. "I am fine. It's just that I have a session with that girl I don't like, remember?" She had no idea that girl was Lucy, and I wasn't planning on telling her. After all, Lucy could still ask me for anything, since she still had my photos, and I don't think she would like my mum to know anything about our relationship.

Mum left me at the waiting room and went to have a coffee, as usual, so I sat there, as far from Lucy as possible. "I don't have your photos." she whispered.

"What?"

"I don't have your photos. I just needed an excuse; I couldn't let my mothers know about us disliking each other. I guess you could tell them about it now, but I feel bad. In fact, I want to thank you for helping me with Irene. I know she wouldn't stop harassing me, no matter what."

"Did Irene do something outside of school?" I had seen Lucy getting bullied a lot, but it never went too far.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"So that's a yes."

"We still dislike each other, you know. We are not friends, and will never be, so don't act like it just because I had a moment of weakness." I tried to say something, but Chipo came out of her office and told us that we would start a bit earlier.

The session went worse than expected. "Okay girls, we need to find some things that will help you see each other on a different way. You should find common hobbies. Lucy, what do you like to do?"

"I play tennis." She said, not daring to look at me.

"That's awesome! Naira likes tennis as well. You should play a match together."

"Sure." Lucy said with a bored expression, knowing that wouldn't happen, though to me she was a little more human.

The session was even more draining afterwards, and Chipo eventually got tired of our bad mood and told us to go home. Mum didn't ask anything, she only stopped to buy me a chocolate bar. She forgot I didn't like strawberries, but I ate the bar anyway.

When the school year started I was feeling a bit better because I could fill my time with homework and dance lessons. I didn't use to study as much the previous year, but I had just entered high school, and I was freaked out. Not because of high school, because of things being too much.

They put me in the same class as Lucy once again, and Annika. That was bad. I just didn't want Annika to know what was happening between me and Lucy, whatever that was. To make matters worse, I wasn't even sure what was happening between me and Lucy. Or between me and Annika.

In fact, I wasn't sure about anything. Mostly about maths, to be honest; our teacher was awful.

As if all those weren't enough there were rumors about Irene. Some said that Lucy murdered her, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. Not because I had killed her, but because Lucy would have a problem.

On the other hand, I guess that guys singing songs from famous Disney movies were a good distraction from my thoughts; for the time being at least.