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here comes a miraculous girl!  (´∀｀) ♡

Alya tried to tuck her phone into her backpack while opening the door to the lecture hall with little luck. She hurried to find a seat close-ish to the front, but not so close that the professor would be in her face.

Before sitting down, she properly put her phone away and pulled out her tablet. She glanced around and took in all the faces around her. These were the other students in her Intro to Journalism lecture, the class she had been dying to take before even being admitted to university. Scheduling conflicts with last year’s writing seminars got in her way, but no longer. She was taking the first step to her dream career and nothing would get in her way.

Except…maybe…Chloe Bourgeois?