DALA
As if existing wasn’t hard enough, I had to go to school. Today.
“Wow! You really are nailing this student look!” Arya commented as I stepped into her room in my uniform.
It looked prettier than I thought. The white shirt fit me like a glove, with a pleated skirt and vest of the same dark green shade— the same colour as the pack’s logo. Though I loved it, it didn’t make sense for a college to have uniforms.
Lochavia was just too extra. Every single thing about this place felt over the top.
Offering a small smile, I carefully placed a tray of fruit salad on the small wooden table next to her bed.
Her hair still looked rough and tangled from sleeping well—at least someone slept well. For some reason, Arya wouldn’t take her eyes off me, which only heightened my anxiety.
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