It seemed impossible, there were no signs of luck. They hadn’t picked up any pennies nor four-leaf clovers, they hadn’t even spotted a whisper of a cricket. But somehow, they had gotten a dorm together, with Kiara. Sirena and Sela hunched over the one wooden desk wooden desk with the dim light of a lamp alighting the paper of plastic cups. Raina and Narayon; no, Leopard and Rat had two dashes, one for their little “interaction” in the morning, and one for having four whole classes together. Sela savagely scratched a picture of a ridiculous looking poodle onto the page and said that was Kohaku (Sirena knew that at least some of the paper had to be ripped from the sharp pencil), and
“You guys should get some sleep,” Kiara said, munching a chocolate cookie.
Sela hurriedly nodded. “Thanks. Same to you,”
Kiara walked out muttering “Who does math problems at 10?” Sela and Sirena both breathed out sighs of relief as they watched Kiara go out. Sirena then pulled out the plastic cup paper from underneath the math textbook they had used to cover it at the last minute. Sirena held it up away from her and gave a satisfied nod.
“Well, she’s right, we should get some sleep.” Sirena dragged the whining Sela into the bedroom.
“I don’t wanna take a shower!” Sela cried
“Just 5 seconds ago you said you didn’t want to go to bed!” Sirena yelled back.
“Chocolate cookies…” Kiara murmured in her sleep. The two girls looked at each other and burst out laughing before covering their mouths.
“Let’s just let the girl dream.” The stalkers tiptoed away. Outside, the dorm looked small and inconspicuous, but who could tell what was going on inside?
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Soft yellow light filtered through the windows of the Dining hall, leaving tiny dust particles visible. Hundreds of bustling high schoolers swept over the oak wood tables, scuffing the floorboards and bumping into each other like a herd of cows.
“ ‘Scuse me!” The usually polite Sirena shove her ways past the crowd and sat down next to Sela with a muffin and a glass of juice in hand. Sela was holding nothing but a cardboard cup. Sirena poked the cup. Sela didn’t notice. She was half asleep anyway. The cup was hot, and also half full. Sirena’s eyes widened.
“Is that coffee? If it is, please tell me it’s decaf.”
Sela slammed her head against the wooden table. “Relax, mom, it’s hot chocolate.”
Sirena peeled Sela’s head off the table. “Don’t do that, you’ll kill your remaining brain cells.”
“It’ll be a miracle if even just one of us has any brain cells left by the end of the year,” Kiara set her tray down “If we even survive ‘till the end of the year,”
“Mhm,” The girls weren’t paying attention anymore. They had spotted Leopard. (no pun intended.) She poked at her tray, not really listening to anyone. She looked lonely, and for some reason, she kept looking at the table where Narayon coincidentally sat. Though that might just have been because he was insulting her.
“Oh yeah, the other day, this idiot bumps into me and makes me drop all my books. Didn’t even apologize. Can’t stand her.” Raina seemed to sag in posture. Sirena groaned and Sela buried her head in her hands, muttering, “Smooth as sandpaper. Oh yes, that was smooth as mcfreakin’ sandpaper.” Jacqueline shot a disgusted glance at Narayon, and he faltered for a second. Of course, any boy would fall for a pretty girl like her. Already, most of the popular kids were jealous. Narayon stuttered for a while, then changed the subject. Jacqueline stood up and kindly sat next to Raina. She began chattering about random things, and Raina cheered up a bit. Jacqueline pointed at an entryway. “Oh there’s Emma, and she’s with another one of my friends.” Emma, looking just the same as she was yesterday strode in. Following her, was a tall, stocky boy with black rimmed glasses and headphones hanging loosely around his neck. His posture was relaxed and calm. The sunlight slanted across him, making his skin look like honey. Raina could hardly keep a bit of awe out of her voice.
“Who is that?”
He offered her a crooked grin. “My name is Fierenzo.”
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