[There's a yawn, the sound of a hand hitting the journal almost methodically. Then, a sleepy voice:]

Hm? That's strange. My alarm hasn't rung yet. [A pause. Another yawn.] Maybe I'm just growing accustomed to having proper amounts of sleep again. [After all, she hasn't been sleeping very well ever since her father...no, it was too early in the ( Read more... )

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This is not what I expected when we were finally able to open the door and leave the dorm. What could have possibly done--

[There’s a pause like she’s coming to terms with this new place. She was in some kind of bedroom, and she's looking around in confusion. Next time she talked, she’s straightforward and to the point now, the sound of her heels ( Read more... )