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me up from my sleep. Sitting upright on my bed, I gasped, taking in some air t
soaked with sweat. My hair stuck to my fac
is morning, I felt like I was sleeping in a human-sized oven because it was so hot. Although deep inside me, I h
ot ready for school. My class was going to start at 9 a.m. but the clock on my bedroom wall showed it
my grandfather and his dark brooding aura lingers over my personal space,
nience store and bought myself an ice cre
gave the woman a small smile as I grabbed my ice cream and exited the checkout counter to continue my usual route to s
m still uncomfortable revealing and it makes me hate going to sleep - sometimes, when it gets out of control, I have
s increased speed. Taking my phone out of the back poc
started. I glanced around the strangely foggy-looking campus while deciding wh
best friend, Athena, and me. I found it during m
owards the forest behind the school that covered half of the c
ther-covered A4 sketchbook that Athena gave me as a gift on my 20th birthday. Drawing is my passion. I
er, they are not the type I am talking about, what piqued my interest were the wolves. They are the t
witches, and all those supernatural creatures - I blame Athena because she forced me must re
cinating. Despite their greatness, I will not comment on thei
ver me. I think I have a problem with sleeping in my own house becau
e shaking my left shoulder, waking me up, I could tell very harshly. I coul
up, looked aro
ad to look towards the sound, I saw her standing behind me
roaned in f
hbook, pencils, and bag into my backpack, and we
we entered the classroom just a few seconds before the professor arrived. I was
elp but glare at that person. He has stylish, fringed, champagne-colored hair. He was facing out the window, s
ouldn't have to deal with this type of situation. I know that we're allowed to sit anyw