Chapter 3 About Last Night

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The next morning, Helena slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, her head throbbing with the remnants of the previous night's festivities. As consciousness returned, she became aware of the faint echo of music still reverberating in her mind-a reminder of the wild and carefree moments she had shared with her friends on the dance floor.

With a groan, Helena rolled over in bed, her body protesting the effects of the hangover that gripped her senses. Just as she was contemplating the prospect of spending the day nursing her aching head, her friends burst into the room, bearing a tray of ice cream and knowing smiles.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with laughter and good-natured teasing. "We brought you some ice cream to help with the hangover."

Helena couldn't help but smile at their thoughtfulness, despite the pounding in her head. She gratefully accepted the offering, relishing the cool sweetness as it melted on her tongue, providing a momentary respite from the discomfort of her hangover.

As she savored the ice cream, Helena's friends regaled her with tales from the previous night, their voices filled with excitement and laughter as they recounted the highlights of their adventures on the dance floor. Despite the headache and fatigue that still lingered, Helena couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and gratitude for the bonds of friendship that bound them together.

With the weekend stretching out before them, Helena knew that she had plenty of time to recover from the revelry of the night before. And as she leaned back against her pillows, surrounded by the comforting presence of her friends, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her-a reminder that even in the midst of life's ups and downs, she was never alone as long as she had her friends by her side.
Helena and her friends spent the evening cozied up on the couch, surrounded by blankets and popcorn, watching the newest scary movies that had just been released. As the opening scene of the first film played out, they huddled together, anticipation and excitement filling the room.

As the tension built on the screen, Helena couldn't help but jump at the sudden scares, eliciting laughter and playful teasing from her friends. Between screams and nervous laughter, they engaged in animated conversations about the plot twists, the creepy characters, and their favorite horror movie tropes.

During a particularly suspenseful moment, one of Helena's friends shrieked, causing them all to dissolve into fits of nervous giggles. "Did you see that?" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "I knew something was going to happen!"

The conversation flowed effortlessly as they discussed their favorite scenes and debated the motives of the characters. Despite the chills and thrills of the movies, the girls found comfort in each other's company, their friendship strengthening with every shared laugh and gasp.

As the credits rolled on the final film of the night, Helena and her friends sighed contentedly, feeling both exhilarated and relieved that the night's scares were over. With a shared sense of accomplishment, they bid each other goodnight, already looking forward to their next movie marathon and the memories they would create together.

The next morning Halena returned back to class at the academy.

Helena's heart skipped a beat as Phoenix approached her in the hallway, his familiar smile tugging at her emotions. It had been a while since they had spent time together, and she couldn't shake the flutter of anticipation that stirred within her.

"Hey, Helena," Phoenix greeted her warmly, his eyes searching hers with a hint of curiosity. "I've been meaning to talk to you. Can we catch up later?"

Helena's pulse quickened at the prospect of a private conversation with Phoenix, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions she had long tried to suppress. She nodded, unable to find her voice as she struggled to contain the whirlwind of feelings stirring within her.

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