study buddies——VOL i O11. rosie, i've got your number!
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i should OBVIOUSLY join the circus !!!
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ROSIE TAKES A MENTAL IMAGE OF HER SURROUNDINGS — two neatly made beds scattered with binders and notebooks and six hundred something page textbooks, empty water bottles and snack wrappers littering the carpet, the 20% warning popping up on her phone as she goes to change the song on her playlist — and then she makes a note to herself.
These are the last things I'll ever see... Call it! Time of death? 5:13 P.M.
She wonders what people will think when the article about her death hits news sites all around New England. Seventeen year old Rosemary Potts, senior at Danforth Preparatory Academy, found dead in her dorm room. The cause? Chemistry!
It's silly, she knows. And yet, she can't seem to keep the urge to bury her face into her pillow and scream the lyrics to The Sound of Silence at bay. Pepper had called her at least four times in the last eight hours, wondering how her niece is doing with the last minute cramming session before her test tomorrow, and every time Rosie has given the same answer: I'm fine.
