(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
The halls were still empty. A small blessing.
Chihiro quietly reentered the classroom and retook the same seat as before.
No one had even commented on her unusual change in attire.
It soon became clear why. Everyone was engrossed in a quiz, and Chihiro had one waiting on her desk as well.
She felt a small sigh of relief escape her as she took up the pen and went to work. The perfect thing to take her mind off of this craziness.
This, she could do.
It was barely two minutes into her starting on the test before there was a tangible distraction. Chihiro had **** but to pause in her writing, as she felt a sudden drafty sensation dancing across her skin as...
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