#whsp

I can truly recommend getting the working holiday starter pack - Robin and his team will do all of the dull bureaucratic stuff for you, as opening bank accounts, giving you a NZ sim-card and on and on

This was what i expected from his team, but to my surprise it didn't stop there: You dont just get a nice startup for your working Holiday in NZ, you get professional guidance from a nice guy who knows NZ to the bone. He will help you as good as he can while traveling around NZ as well - i called him to buy me cheaper bus tickets, and knew that i could call him about anything i had on my mind 

Liz parked her car and smiled at the familiar feeling of being home. She had miss this place and was glad to get back from her vacation. Being at the awful place had done nothing but made her angry. They all thought it was easy, just to be normal. Why couldn't they see that it was very hard to break a habit. She almost smashed her head against her car horn but decided against it. Liz popped her trunk and started to lift her bags. She wondered why she had packed so many things to begin with, they confiscated most of them and gave her child proofed objects. What did they think she was going to kill herself. She scoffed at their stupidity and closed the trunk with her feet.

Rehab was such a waste of her time and she could get all the help by doing it herself. But that was the question, did she want help. Liz didn't know how she managed but she opened the door while juggling her bags. They all came crashing down as she stepped inside her condo. It was trashed. Furniture was broken and shredded. Her photos were smashed on the floor. Everything was a mess. Quietly as she could, she crept into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She didn't know when it happened, could have been when she was away or it could've just happened. Liz walked slowly up the stairs to survey the damage and cover her mouth with her free hand as her eyes widened.

Her room was a mess and words craved onto her wall brought chills. 'You can never get away from me Elizabeth, I'm always watching.' She ran back downstairs almost tripping, her fingers dived into her bag as she searched for her phone. Liz shakily dialed 911 and waited. "I'd like to report a break in at 9999 Vine Street, yes, I'll wait for the officers. Thanks." She grabbed her bag and threw them back into the trunk. Liz climbed into the drivers seat and locked all her door. She wiped at her eyes furiously trying to keep her tears at bay. Why did bad thing always happen to her? She didn't know what she had done to cause her such bad luck. Why? Who could've…done….it. That's when it hit her. Mike. What was his problem. What they had was done with. He was also to blame for her problem.