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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
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