✧ :・゚-chifuyu's POV-
What a weird girl. She always comes late to school, never talks to anyone and nobody really likes her.
I don't necessarily dislike her. I mean, I'm sure there's more to her than being... how do I put this? Unorganized?
Unorganized my a*s. She's not Unorganized, she's just hated by everyone for some reason. I don't get it to be honest.
I've never really talked to her. She seems nice though. I sometimes see her talking to the "popular girls", those b*tches are bad news.
Not really for someone like me but for "nerds" (i think thats what the "populars" call them) they're a pain in the a*s.
Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it, I don't wanna get into teenage girl's drama.
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Seriously though doesn't this man shut up he's so annoying.
This class is boring as sh*t. I'll just continue reading fruit basket. Which chapter was I in again?
-3rd person POV-
(Name) was basically freaking out at this point. She doesn't know how she got here nor how she can go back.
She didn't want to go back. But what if she had to? What if when she sleeps she can go back home? What if? What if? The possibilities are endless.
She was happy but also worried. She needed to make up a plan. The perfect plan in order to make her time here the best it could be.
After school
✧ :・゚-(name)'s POV-
*sigh* I can't belive I'm doing this. Why in the world is there so much dust on the windows? Does anyone even clean?
I wanna go home. I don't even know if I have a home here... I'll take out my flip phone, there might be something that could help.
THANK GOD-
I don't know who wrote my address but they're such a life saviour! All right so, Yoko street number 4. Great!
Cleaning without music is boring... If only I had my phone from my world here. Wait, I might have it.
I'll look in my backpack, hopefully I can find my ear buds as well. OH! There!
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