Chapter 89 First Week, New Eyes

Malia's POV

The alarm screams into the dark at 6:45 a.m. on the dot -- same tone, same volume, same merciless waking-call every semester morning. I slap it silent and lie there in my dorm room.

There are lovely young girls in long skirts and the air smells of faint salt still hangs over my favouri...

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