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You rummaged in every corner of your cupboard, and you somehow cannot find your winter mittens. Having the job of decorating the outside portion of the house would be absolutely hell without your gloves. Rendered defeated, you slammed the cupboard shut and walked towards the door, you'll just have to make with what you can. The outside was blanketed with snow. Layers and layers of thick white ice beneath your feet. You ran your bare hands on the wood that made the walls, and felt a sharp shiver run along your arm as your skin made contact with the snow. Feeling the sense of fulfilling your responsibility, to walked off to the other side of

Marco Bodt All your breath seemed to escape in a fast exhale, drawing the attention of several in the room as they waited for your response as to who you would be stuck in a closet with for the next seven minutes. There was silence as you felt your face warm under half a dozen stares. You looked at the paper again, scanning over the name just to make sure you hadn't misread, and sure enough, the name was the same. "Ah." Was the sound that escaped your lips. You looked up, your expression filled with nervous anxiety. "Er...um, ah...Marco?" There were a few chuckles that resounded in the room. Marco himself had stiffened as the majority of t

It took some time for Marco to wake up that morning. Of course, he had all the right to remain hidden away underneath the quilts and blankets in your bed. Spending the night in the girl's bunk with you was against the rules, and if he was caught, well...Keith Shadis would have his head, or maybe his freckles, who knew. He couldn't help himself, honestly. After cuddling with you last night, he knew he wouldn't be able to get to bed until you were next to him. So he managed to quietly sneak out of the Boy's dorm and slip into your bunk, much to your delight and surprise. You two had spent the night wrapped in each other's arms. And now, the g

“Congratulations (f/n), another F.” My math teacher sneered as he handed me another failed math test of mine. “At this rate, you’ll be repeating this course next year as well.” “Glad to hear that, sir. I sure do enjoy seeing you every day of my life.” I pitched in with sarcasm. He scowled and waved me off. At the end of the class period, I crumpled up the test and threw it in the trash. I don’t need a piece of paper to remind me how much I hate this subject. “Guess what dear?” My mother excitedly spoke as I walked into the house after school. “We’ve hired another tutor