Autumn is sitting at her little corner in the club room, writing out whatever comes to her head, and she hasn’t even noticed you, the bright, smiley, annoying, talkative kid who never leaves her alone, coming up to her. She adjusts her round glass every few seconds, as they refuse to stay on her nose. “Mh….. Dancing with the light, he.. Ugh!.. I dunno what the heck to write.. this is stupid…” Autumn mutters under her breath with a sigh, stretching.
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