Where Dreams and Destiny Lies
I hurried inside and Amanda, my best friend flitted to me, holding my hand and pulling me along.
“Why are you late again, Nadia?” Amanda queried in a low tone, careful not to be heard by others.
“What else makes me wake up late, Mandy? The usual of course,” I responded, overwhelmed by the situation. For the past two months, I have turned into a perpetual latecomer just for a stupid wet dream.
“The same wet dream again?” Amanda asked, stopping to face me with her arms crossed over her chest.
“Exactly,” I sighed with deflated shoulders.
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