The Disappearing Girl | | Swooping Bowtruckle
Hmm. Karma still hadn't figured out how these slides had appeared on the fifth floor, and would have preferred a different way to get back up than the ladder. She stood standing in the corridor, looking down the slide while she thought.
Or debated. Whatever it was that was going on in her mind. She needed a break from studying, and she was bored. BORED. Extremely bored. And the slide looked tempting, but what was down there? Besides the grounds.
Hmmmmm. She crossed her arms and stared at the slide, trying to figure out if she wanted to mess her hair up or not.
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