Ruth's POV
I woke up in the morning tierd and in pain. PE class yesterday was exhosting. Its Saturday and I have nothing to do.
The past few days of practicing volleyball didn't really pay off. I still got a failing mark on the final test. I've got muscle pain in my arms and legs and what did I get? A FAILING MARK.
Im not the sporty type of person. I would prefer badminton than volleyball. Good for Agness she got a high mark.
I didn't even know she was good at volleyball.I stood out of bed with all those thoughts in my head. I went in the restroom to fix my face and brush my teeth. After doing so, I sat on the couch and brows in to social media.
Nothing interesting came up on social media so I decided to turn on the TV. As I slowly scrolled down to every channel, I stopped at a certain channel that showed the news report of a man who died.
In the news, it states that the man died because of blood loss and that his fingers were cut off and was used for writing the number beside the dead body which was 38.
The news also stated that some of the death scenes from the past few weeks were exactly the same though with a different number. Surprisingly, the number written beside the dead man's body was also the number of people who were killed that way.
Although, I wasn't able to know more details since it was getting boring and so I changed the channel. Nothing really interested me so I turned the TV off.
A few seconds of silence came until I heard a knock on the door. I yelled, asking who was out there and got a reply. "Its me, Duck."
I went for the door and before I did, I let out a big sigh. I slightly oppened the door and looked at Mechaila who was outside bringing a paper bag.
"What do you want?" I asked in a boring tone while rubbing my left eye. "I brought your shoes that you left at the gym. Are you really that careless?" She said, giving me the paper bag.
I took the bag and gave her a boring-toned thank you. Just as I was about to close the slightly-opened door, she stopped me and asked me if I could go with her on the nearby coffee restaurant.
Although I was tierd, I coudn't help but agree to her decicion since I had nothing to do. I unlocked the last lock on the door and oppened it wide letting her in.
She emmidietly sat on the couch and grabbed the remote that was just beside her, turning the TV on as she scrolled on through the channels. I told her that I would be changing my clothes and then we could go.
I went to the restroom to change my clothes. As soon as I was finnished, I went outside and called her attention since she was too focused watching TV. Once I caught her attention, I pointed to the door to signal her to go.
"Oh yeah" she said turning off the TV and trailed behind me. We walked together along the scilent hallways and turned left to go down the stairs. We reached the ground floor without speaking a word.
We oppened the door to the exit and thats when I asked her a question. "Why are we going to a coffee shop anyways?"
"Well we're just gonna hang out since I have nothing to do at home" she replied as we were crossing the pedestrian lane. We then finaly reached our destination after crossing the pedestrian lane. In other words, the coffee shop was just right infront of the building.

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