❝ 𝘆𝗼 𝘆𝗼 𝘆𝗼, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵,
𝗶'𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙠 ! ❞
⤷ in which raven clarke falls into the
hands of a dangerous organization,
only to be rescued by four talking
...
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TO SAY THAT RAVEN CLARKE was unlucky was an understatement of monumental proportions.
It was already an unfortunate morning when her parents had forgotten to wake her up for school before they headed off for work, and, naturally, she had forgotten to reset her alarm after a long night of studying for a very important upcoming physics exam. Upcoming meaning the next day.
So one could only imagine how quickly her very soul sunk to her feet when she stirred from the sunlight pouring through her sheer curtains and found that she had severely overshot.
10:57 am.
Said physics class was, unfortunately, her very first class of the day — which started at 8.
Even as she scrambled out of her bed, throwing the idea of a quick shower — and even a prepackaged breakfast — right out of the window, she knew it would still take her at least half an hour to make it to school — maybe fifteen minutes if she ran and managed to dodge a speeding car trying to make the yellow light. It was New York, it's not like she — or anyone for that matter — hadn't done that before.
Raven threw any and everything her frantic eyes landed on into her backpack and slipped into a red sweater and a pair of crumpled jeans that were sprawled out on the ground at record speed. A quick finger-comb through her bird's nest of brown hair and not-so-thorough teeth brushing in the bathroom concluded her routine and then she was out the door.
"Oh, Raven, you didn't have school today?" Raven froze as she locked the apartment door, turning to find her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kowalski, in the midst of loading two hefty paper bags of groceries into her own apartment. Even with a full head of gray hair and a cane in her near future, she still managed to keep up with her necessities.
The younger girl short circuited trying to form a coherent thought that didn't contain the exam she surely missed and failed. "I do, just woke up a little late." Raven finally sputtered out after several attempts, Mrs. Kowalski eyeing her like an escaped mental hospital patient.
"Oh, alright, then." The older woman cut the conversation short and carried her groceries inside, muttering something about crazy kids these days.
"Do you need help with those bags?" Raven called out, meekly attempting to appease the woman, or at least redeem herself momentarily.
Mrs. Kowalski shook her head a little too rapidly, barely getting out, "I'm all good, dear!" before slamming the door, probably out of pure fear.
Raven only huffed and shrugged before recalibrating herself and starting her journey to her highly probable death. She pushed and shoved her way through narrow streets, ignoring the less-than-polite outbursts that were hurled at her back. It wasn't her fault that everyone was moving so slow.
