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  • Ariana Weindling


She sat in her bedroom, pondering all of the 100 words she could possibly read to the class. Her hair falling out of that once done ponytail, as she chipped off her nail polish. She was nervous. Her mom, cleaning the kitchen, but giving up once the clock read 10. And her dad, struggling to watch the last episode of Friends, his eyelids shutting after a long day of work. It was late, and all she anted was her undone bed, looking comfy as ever. She thought about the consequences if she were to drop her books and sleep. "Goodnight."

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