The clock was ticking and Jayda couldn’t calm herself. As the days go by and her questions go unanswered, the uneasiness she felt increase.
She was sitting on the swivel chair in front of her table since then with her knees on her chin. Her butt was almost numb because she had been sitting there for so long. Biting a pencil as she glanced at the wall clock, she took a long breath.
The clock read eight-fifteen and she was not yet eating since afternoon. Jayda was used to skip her meals, but skipping her meals and thinking not just about her novels drained her even more. That damn murder incident added a size on the bags under her eyes.
“Should I cook and eat?” she asked to herself as she tasted the pencil as if it belongs in the food pyramid.
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