Boredom:

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The endless ticking of a clock could be heard as Siona laid sprawled out on her bed, kicking her legs in a repeated motion.

It was a Sunday and Siona had nothing else better to do. It wasn't like she was down in the dumps or anything, her brain just couldn't think of anything to come up with in order to keep her occupied and entertained.

She sighed in frustration. Still nothing. Nothing came to her mind but static. She stood up and grabbed her phone from the desk at the other end of her room before going back to her bed and flopping down on it with an exaggerated puff of air.

She looked at her phone for a brief moment; still no ideas or notifications worth interest. She groaned. There really was nothing to do today.

She finally seemed to give up and just listen to music letting the musical notes take her off into the drifting lands of sleep.

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Moral of the story, writers block is a bitch. I mainly wrote this chapter because I'm having writers block with chapter 4 of Fireweed and 15 of Numbered. They will be updated though and the next two oneshots of this book will be longer I promise you guys.

-Aaliyah.

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