Chapter Seventeen

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︎ ♧︎ Clover's Prescriptive...

                  I heard somebody knock on the door but I was far too tired to get up. What if got killed anyway? Plus, Apple was snoring away. I got up but flopped onto my back again.

I don't get how everybody else here could just sleep through the night without worrying. I had slept at probably 4 a.m. because of how much I was thinking. I looked up at the ceiling. It looked dusty and sad, too.

I sighed and finally got up and went into the hall. I decided to walk around and explore. The house was probably huge anyway. I kept walking but all I saw were doors and more doors.

Then, I came to a dead end, there were halls on both sides, though. So, I went to the one on the left. To my luck, there were a few windows and far less doors. I threw the curtains aside on the window closet to me, a cloud of dust flew up, causing me to sneeze.

But the view from the window caught my breath. The sky was bright but pretty and was filled with what looked like a hundred fluffy clouds. Below there were hills. It didn't even look like where I lived anymore. Maybe we were in some far away city like Boston or Chicago after all. I sighed and threw the curtains back to its original position and kept walking

It was weird how dark the inside of this house was compared to its bright surroundings..

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