Stalls ✔️

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A/N: Stalls is coming to an end! Only a few chapters to go! :( I just want to thank everyone for 100 hearts and 1k reads! -Mable Faviago ©

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1 8:

I awoke on the floor, my legs spread across Rain's rug. I'd been known to move in my sleep, but there was no evidence, no scratch or bruise, to account for the fall.

My hands rubbed the clothes that still clung to my body since last night. I rubbed them vigorously until they seemed well presented. My upper body lifted as I scanned the room. My eyes adjusted. The sofas were bodiless, blanket thrown over the back cushions like rag dolls. I was alone. Struggling to my feet, I made my way up the spiral staircase.

The bathroom stood first on the left. Rubbing the sleep from my tedious eyes, I pushed it open with a click. The walls were tiled, encrusted with eye-catching diamantés. Rain was by the sink, setting down her toothbrush and dabbing her mouth with a fluffy white towel. Her brown hair was flying in several directions, which was quite a sight.

"Morning, Alana." She greeted, brushing past me. Gripping the handle, she turned, "If you want a spare brush, there's some in the cupboard over there."

"Thanks, and good morning." I replied, "Hey, where is everyone?"

"They all went to the library to study for the exams. When you're ready, we can go study with them. We didn't want to wake you."

The door closed behind her. I pulled open the crystallised handle cautiously, and took out the brush. My eyes settle on the one lined pregnancy stick shoved far behind the contents.

To think the foul piece of scum took advantage of her when she was drunk made me sick to my stomach; I shouldn't have left her, but I had no choice. Shoving the thoughts to the peek of my mind, I shut the drawer behind me, and got ready to face the day of study.

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It was amazing, just how many flash cards we needed to revise for a set of exams. There were piles of them, stacked up mountainously like three tonnes of bricks; blue ones, green ones, even luminous yellow ones.

I always was best suited around the musty smell of old books. When I was younger, I'd read continuously until my brain fried to oblivion.

We sat on the vibrant cushions, leaning over a small table. The librarian had taken a "cigarette break", so we were allowed to be as loud as we desired. Continuous questions rolled from our tongues like an intense tennis rally, back and forth to test our hidden knowledge. And whoever answered the most questions, obtained a triple flavour ice cream from Scoop.

"The formation of metamorphic rock is...?" Hunter asked, pulling at the draw strings on her hoodie.

"Ooo, I know this one!" Riley said, shooting his arm up attentively, "Is it extreme heat and pressure?"

"DING DING DING!" Hunter yelled with extreme enthusiasm. If a teacher would've told me that revising could be fun, I would've never believed them. Now, I do.

"Why do lizards need to sit in the sun?" Riley asked, gripping a card in his thick fingers.

"They're pokliotherms," I began, "their environment controls their temperature. They can't do that themselves. So they sit in the sun, which ups their temperature, and so they keep warm."