Book 1 || Ash Rockwell Series
'Do you think they would ever like you? In your dreams. You're way out of their league.'
'Don't trust these people. They're just faking their kindness. Soon enough, they will betray your trust.'
'Why would you perform o...
A/N: This chapter will be focused on Meredith's POV once again! Why? Read the story and you'll find out!
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I flipped through a few pages of my algebra textbook before taking a brief glance at my alarm clock. 5:32 AM. I sighed in relief. A few more minutes left before I start my daily routine. Ignoring Ash's loud snores as best as I could, I adjusted the blue desk lamp on my study table before scanning through my notes. A loud thud punctuated my deep concentration followed by a throaty groan. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.
"You fell off the bed again, didn't you?" I deadpanned, not bothering to glance over my shoulder.
"Shut up. Your damn bright lamp woke the hell out of me and made me think that I've been transported to heaven or something." She grumbled as I could hear shuffling sounds of the bedsheets behind me.
"Very funny," I commented sarcastically. I hear her scoff in response.
"What got you into the mood of studying so early in the morning anyway?" Ash came up beside me, sitting down on an empty chair. She stared up at me lazily, not bothering to fix her messy, bed hair. I uncapped my pen and began scribbling down my solution for a nonlinear equation.
"No reason. Just my thing." Ash made a raspberry sound with her lips as she rolled her eyes.
"How studious. You're such a nerd, Meredith." She teased with a smirk. I turned to the page of the textbook before doodling the graph on my notebook.
"I couldn't care less. At least I'm not dumb unlike you." I mocked. Despite the fact that I was too engrossed in my notes, I could feel Ash's brown eyes glaring straight at me. I heard her sigh afterward.
"You really know how to annoy me don't you?" A small smile played across my lips.
"Of course. I've got ten thousand ways to annoy my stupid roommate. And I could make a lot more."
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History has never gotten so interesting ever since Mr. Bailey began lecturing about World War II. Propping an elbow on my desk with my chin resting on top of my palm, I watched in genuine curiosity as a black and white vintage video about the significant events of the war showcased on the screen of the projector. While doing so, I took down notes and highlighted the key terms. I hummed softly in understanding before returning my gaze back to the projector. Mr. Bailey then paused the video a moment later to point out a few details.
"The battle of Stalingrad occurred on August 23, 1942. Stalingrad was the turning point of the war in Europe. It ended any realistic plans of Hitler dominating Europe. Soviet troops forced Nazi armies to retreat toward Germany. The USSR went on the offensive after Germany's attack. This opened the eastern front of the war." At a speed of lightning, I wrote down all the major points as Mr. Bailey drew a graphic organizer on the blackboard to take note of the sequence of events. Not before long, he resumed the video after finishing his discussion.
