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2024-10-29 19:42:56Bliss woke up to the sound of banging on the the hostel gates.
For a minute, she was disoriented.
Who was banging on the gates but then she turned around and there was a face in front of her. Bliss furrowed her brows then it hit her.
Royal College.
Banging on the gates, didn't that represent a wake-up call. A lot of the juniors were slowly getting up, ready to start their day. She looked at her wrist watch, it was barely 5o'clock. She'd never woken up this early.
Bliss got up, she took her bucket of water and her toiletries and headed outside into the chilly weather. For the first time, she was treated to the luxury of cold water on a cold morning.
She dressed and left the hostel, she didn't want to get caught up in the morning duties of her seniors. Since the new students had not been given morning duties, she could take advantage of this time.
She left the hostel sneakily under the cover of the darkness, two cracker biscuits in her b
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