Krista paces up and down the hallways. Way too restless to write in her journal. To awake to be tired, to tired to watch TV.
Two weeks.
She stops outside Nanshe and Dre's room. They're both in there, she know. She gives the door a little glare and keeps walking.
Two fucking weeks.
Past Robin's room. Krista has no idea where she is. She maybe
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Now to flex those yummy powers.
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