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Jenny

Jenny stretched, the muscles in her fingers aching from quick typing on her laptop keyboard.

Quietly pushing back her chair, she turned around and made her way to the front of the room, passing by her classmates, sitting around in small study circles, each writing their own tales for their school assignment. She dropped a crumpled piece of paper into the trash can, and returned to her device.

The room was quiet and cozy. Despite its small size, it took on a welcoming and friendly atmosphere. Across each wall was a set of posters, perhaps highlighting a literary technique in one, or about a particular book title in another. Along the far wall was a bookcase, containing volumes of titles. Around the room, her peers sat in small circles, busily writing their stories. A constant murmur hummed inside the room from the noise of writing and comments shared between her peers.

As Jenny approached her desk to sit down again, she noticed her friend, Angela, with a grin on her face, leaning back from Jenny's laptop. Jenny jumped forward, catching Angela's wrist, and slammed her wrist into the table. The noise drew a few stares from her classmates.

"Can you stop?" Jenny whispered angrily, releasing Angela's wrist. Angela nodded, turning away, a smile still etched on her face. Jenny sat back in her seat, looking at what Angela had written on her draft.

'You are not real, Astrid Gray thought.'

Jenny shook her head. Exasperated, she deleted it, and continued writing, unaware of the chaos her friend had created.