To The End
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Last published Sat, Nov 27, 2021
An hour later, I woke to the sound of chairs scraping ad my classmates chatting. I look over at the mysterious boy, and he too is asleep. I gently shake his shoulder to wake him up, and he mumbles something then opens his eyes gently.
"Umm, lectures over. Wake up sleepyhead." I try my best not to blush when he sticks his tongue out at me, but I can feel the hotness in my cheeks. "What've you got next?" I ask, and he shrugs.
"Music, I think."
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