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Chapter 14: A bowl of chicken soup

"What the hell did you do that for?! Douchbag!-" My alarm clock woke me up.

The first thing I felt was the stiffness in my neck. I slowly sat up straight and looked around with half-open eyes.

The sun had already risen up, dispelling the fog and chilling coldness from yesterday night. I yawned as I finally found my phone under my sketch pad.

I am currently in the art room and slept with my head on the desk.

Perhaps I was tired from yesterday's event that I slept halfway through while drawing.

After the party, Kane and I went home. Since I don't want to be a victim of his foul mouth I immediately left after I parked the car.

However, as I lay in bed to forget all that happened and buried them in the back of my mind, my sleepiness could not come. I tried to sleep but this irksome feeling inside my heart was hard to dispel. To vent my anger, I went to the art room that only I used- and spent the whole night there.

I looked at the three pages of my hard work yesterday night. None of th
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