Aria & Third Person
Aria
I stifled a yawn as I stood in front of the printer. A glance at the clock on the wall revealed that it was nearly five o’clock, which was a relief considering how poorly I’d slept last night. All I could think about was getting home and crawling into bed.
After spending the afternoon perfecting the flyers with Lily, they were finally ready to print. Each whoosh of the printer was a satisfying sound, and I hoped that the flyers would grab enough attention when posted around the city.
But I never expected the flyers to be such a fire-starter.
No, literally.
“Holy s**t! The printer’s on fire!” I shrieked when, upon turning away from the clock, I saw smoke rising from the machine.
I sprinted out of the copying room and down the hall, searching
