#duncan1

Coming out of the empty classroom, the first thing Clara had noticed was the hand cramp she had gotten from that essay. ​It was clearly overkill, writing a thousand words essay on her ‘transgression’ --- which was being out of her bed after hours. Rolling her eyes, Clara had the rest of her day planned; she was going to get some sleep.

But of course, her plan was too good to be true, because she saw Duncan. Trying to play it off cool, she gave him a nonchalant shrug. “Up until this point in my life, I didn’t think I knew a thousand words. But surprisingly, I do. And also, I didn’t it was possible to be punished for academia with hand cramps. What a night in detention can teach you, am I right?”