“Maybe your path is harder, because your calling is greater.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“A pencil, an eraser, dividers…” Evie rambled on about the things needed for the practical before finally handing me a set of those. Thankfully, she’d brought an extra mathematical set—or I don’t know what I would have done.
“You’ve got your drawing book, right?” she asked as we made our way to the biology lab down the hall.
“Sure.”
We arrived at the lab, and gosh—it felt like we’d stepped into a secret library from the early twentieth century.
The place smelled different, like formalin and other chemicals mixed with some kind of perfume to keep the air in check. There were several scientific human skeletons here and there.
“Let’s sit over there,” Evie pointed to a row beside some other specimens, and I
