TM #140.

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I'm walking past my twin sister's bedroom door when a book whistles past my head and I duck instinctively, checking for further threats before peeking cautiously into the room. Bethany's tearing through the books and papers that litter her desk, throwing things around as she mutters to herself under her breath; long, dark hair falling in disarray around her face.

( 423 words )

Alexandria Gibson, Original.