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North's grey-blue slate coloured eyes opened slowly, half of his face pressed to the paper-covered desk. He sat up in the swivel chair and rubbed his head with a paw sore from writing, further ruffling his static tabby fur.
If he knew anything, he knew that he was going to fail these exams. His mind had been blank for days, steady sessions of revision slipping through his paws like dry sand.
The equations and formulae that had once been second nature to him were now a foreign language. He had never been this confused before in his life.
He looked to the window and then to his alarm clock. -03:12- flashed the display.
The sky was dark and no stars shone, the moon obscured by the clouds.
The trees were completely still, lit by the orange glow of a streetlight a few feet from the furthest reaching leaves.
He sighed quietly, and returned to his notes. The paper was blank and bleak.
Pain shot up his legs as he stretched them under the desk, North did all he could to hol
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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