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// The awakening 
// Story: Split heartstrings 
// by LibraryoftheHive 
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I need to wake up. I'll be late. I only put the alarm clock on snooze, that isn't enough. I can't contain it. It'll ring again eventually. I can feel it coming. I should just get up. Or should I? Is it a Tuesday or a Sunday? I'm never good with dates. If only Bonbon was here, she could tell me.

OK, stop joking around! I need to get up. It's Tuesday: I can feel it. The alarm just rang again. Put it in snooze, or silence it and wake up? I can see myself doing it. I'm reaching my mint green hand towards the clock. On the back, there's a button that will silence it. After I press it, I just need willpower to lift myself off my sheets and go downstairs to have some OJ and toast, like I always do. Then, I'll get my stuff, get dressed and get out of my front door, where Bonbon will be waiting for me: my best friend. There, we'll talk about the day ahead of us, how one of us has math, the other history and that it's so unfair that we can't be together for English class, to shield one another from the terrible teacher we've got. She would help me study for the upcoming pop quiz the French teacher gives us every Tuesday and I'll help her go through the trauma of talking to another one of her ex-boyfriends. And then, at lunch, we'd sit down and talk about how our day went in contrast to how we thought it would go. Oh yes, how I love talking to Bonbon....Bonbon...Bonbon...Lyra...no, wait! That's my name, Lyra heartstrings. Why did it suddenly pop up in my head?

"Lyra...Lyra...wake up! We're late"

"Late for what, Bonbon? It's a Saturday, right?"