She feels gross. England, the little freak, was staring at her the whole lesson, and she didn't have any focus herself. It's obviously because she's barely been sleeping lately, but the nightmares are hardly her fault.
Milo sighs, looking at the mirror. Soon it'll get better- soon she can go back to gossiping with her friends. She's just got to wash her hands and wipe them on her skirt, then she'll feel better. She does exactly that until her hands are clean and dry, and then she carefully opens the door. Her friends are waiting- why wouldn't they? The little voice in Milo's mind thinks they'll leave someday.
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AléatoireA group of friends navigate the hallways of a swedish high school. (short parts) (funny) (daily updates)
