(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Fuuka couldn't give up. She was home, and once she got inside, she'd be safe. She just couldn't get in through the front, that was all. She looked past the stairs, and to the nearest window. Sometimes they opened it for a breeze. There was a chance... and she had to take it. Fuuka wasted no time in climbing over the railing and going down into the bushes. She shimmied along the wall, got to the window as fast as she could, and reached down to pull it open.
She didn't want to rush, but the bushes were barely waist-high. If someone happened to walk by... no, not a pretty thought. Fuuka closed her eyes, stood up straight with a firm grip on the window, and yanked as hard as she could, which resulted in...
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