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Cassian carried the ball under his arm as he walked through the hallway. He was tired and felt a little sick, light-headed. He had not eaten breakfast but had no appetite for lunch either. In his chest, there was the familiar feeling of something being off. A slight feeling of worry that he was forgetting something. His eyes were focused ahead of him, though he was barely paying attention to where he was going as he tried to figure out what he could have forgotten or possibly done wrong. He was sure everything was perfect. Maybe he left one of his textbooks at home… no, he had counted them before he left his room, maybe –
Cassian let out a cry when his face smashed into something hard causing him to stumble back before he tripped over what felt like a backpack and fell back onto th
