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LIGHT OUT AT FLORY NIGHT
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The girl's dorm alarm rang loudly waking the girls up so they could prepare for class. It was always a rush for those who were off to pick up their school uniform from the laundry room.
Juicy, a Black-American girl was still in her bed with her eyes shut tightly. She was far into deep slumber and not a mega powered alarm could wake her up.
The girls in the big room were busy walking about and were yet to remember the sleeping girl in the bed close to the window.
Astrid suddenly looked over and saw her sleeping as usual, she quickly rushed to her shaking her fervently.
"Get up, Juicy! We have classes by eight." She said tapping her hand and pulling her hair.
It was a tough treatment towards someone that was just waking up but just the right act that pulled her awake.
She opened up her eyes and her green eyeballs came into view. She yawned and sat up on the bed briefly stretching herself.
"Good morning, Astrid. Thanks for waking me up, again." She said with a hint of weakness.
"Are you alright, Juicy? For the past one month, you've been really sleepy and tired in the morning. You used to get dressed before everyone else when we arrived newly, is anything up??" Astrid asked worriedly and drawing near to sit beside her.
"I can't say. I also don't know what is wrong with me. Maybe I've been bitten by a sleeping bug?" She speculated and her friend grinned at her.
"I think the tsetse fly is only found in Africa or do they exist here?" She asked as her eyes widened.
"I don't know!" Juicy rasped and slumped her head back on the pillow. The room was still busy and everyone were almost in their full uniforms.
"Do you read at night? After everyone has gone asleep??" Astrid wondered and she sighed.
"Before lights out, I'm already sleeping like a pregnant lady!" She blurted.
Astrid laughed at her friend's response but she still couldn't help but wonder. Juicy was always punctual and she admired that but how could she change all of a sudden?
"Is it a dream?" She asked suggesting and thoughtfully.
"Well... I don't know. There is a name that has been going through my mind though."
"Really? What name??" Astrid asked curiously.
"Ryan. I heard it once or twice. I can't remember where and how." She replied feeling insecure. "Let's go dress up first and talk about this later."
She dragged her friend up and they left to take their bath.
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Ryan snatched the empty bottle from Spike and tossed it through the fence. They were at one of their favorite spots feeding themselves with blood they got from the secret club.
After feeding directly from a human, they get filled up bottles that will help them through the day and at night, they come back for more.
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