Maya
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My head is pounding. Like, a set of death metal drums are being played in a tunnel kind of pounding. I groan, pressing my palms to my temples as I shift under the blanket—
Wait. A blanket?
This isn't my bed.
My eyes squint open against the hot sun piercing through blackout curtains. Everything’s different, and unfamiliar. Dark walls, smell of bleach and detergent like the room was just cleaner and the faint smell of soup and something else I can't quite place-
Cologne.
Crap.
I push myself up slowly, blinking the blur out of my vision. My dress feels damp in different places. Sticky. Disgusting. God, what did I spill on myself?
I glance down and immediately regret it. My once-grey sweater and blue jeans are wrinkled and stained in a way that screams “My e
