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Kadysha - Extra Info
1. What does your bedroom look like?
My dorm room at Alfea has blue wallpaper and I have some posters of nature hanging up. My bed is a long, rectangular one, but it's also wide and has a canopy over it. Next to it, I have a table stand with a lamp and a picture of my boyfriend and I. My teddy bears are lined up against the wall my bed is next to. I have a small closet with a folding, panel door. On the opposite side that my bed's on, there are two large windows, and I have some flowers growing in the window sills. I also have a chest full of my Bea dolls. I also have a small bookshelf and a beanbag in one corner, and I have a blue, heart-shaped rug on my floor.
2. Do you have any daily rituals?
Nothing beyond the usual "wake up, shower, dress, eat breakfast, and go to class" schedule. I do spend at least a half hour on my hair, though. It takes time to put my stars up the way I like them.
3. Do you exercise, and if so, what do you do? How often?
Outside of my battle classes, I wouldn'
Chapter 2: Classes and Magix
"Rise and shine, peach pie!"
The voice belonged to Kaycee, who was trying to wake Roxy from her slumber. It was an hour and a half before classes were to start. Kaycee, Inessa, Taryn, Summer, and Andi had already awoken and gotten dressed. Roxy was the only one who'd overslept.
"Come on, Roxy!" Kaycee said a little more strongly as she shook Roxy harder. Roxy didn't budge an inch. "Jeez! Roxy sleeps like she's dead!"
"Maybe she is," Taryn joked. "I have an idea." Taryn took a stack of Andi's books and, before anyone could question her intentions, dropped it onto Roxy's stomach.
"Oof!" Roxy cried as she was shocked out of her sleep. "What in the world--?! Who did that?"
"Me!" Taryn confessed without hesitance. "Kaycee couldn't wake you up, so I did."
"Taryn, you know you could've hurt her, right?" Andi scolded her sister.
Taryn scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Again, Little Miss Humorless? Come on! Don't act you've never woken me up like that!"
"With cold water, not a five-pound stack of b
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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