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26TH OCTOBER. ORION ACADEMY: APHRODITE AND YUMI'S DORM ROOM.
FOR THE NEXT three days Aphrodite was MIA. She woke up early and left in a rush, barely attended any lectures, almost avoided her friends and sneaked back late when everyone was asleep. She had one small conversation with Yumi last night where Yumi questioned her absence to which Aphrodite answered that she spent most of her time studying outside the campus. Yumi wasn't convinced but didn't ask any more questions either.
Today was Sunday. And even though Aphrodite was beyond exhausted, she didn't throw her day's schedule away. She woke up at the first ring of her alarm--at 5 a.m. She had a strict routine to follow--from catching up to what she missed in the past four days to make sure she is free at 9 a.m. to attend her mother's call--she had to not miss even a single task. She didn't want to raise suspicion.
She stepped into the shower. The excruciatingly hot rivulets of water tensed her body. She threw some shower gel on her hand and brushed it on her torso. She washed her hair with her favourite strawberry shampoo and turned the faucet off. She put her PJs on and wrapped her hair in a white towel.
She glanced at Yumi to make sure that she was still asleep and kept her basket near her bed and unrolled the towel. She ruffled her hair with the towel to dry the dripping water and applied a serum. She side-parted her hair, keeping them away from her face and picked up her basket. She stepped out of her room only to enter a gloomy hallway. She slowly closed the door and began walking down to the laundry room.
She halted all of a sudden when she heard footsteps echo from on the other end of the hallway. She quickly hid behind a column that stood two steps away from her. Her back rested on the wall as she waited for the footsteps to approach closer. She raised her basket, ready to hit the person once they were close enough.
A man wearing a grey hoodie walked past the column when Aphrodite swung the basket on his head.
Woah, cool down, young woman.
The man fell on the rugged floor with a groan escaping his mouth. Aphrodite's toes curled in her pink flip flops when she realised that the sound was very familiar. The man--who looked much shorter now--looks over his shoulder while massaging the back of his head.
"What the hell are you doing?" Karan screeched. "Man, this world is getting more dangerous day by day. Can't even walk down the hallway without getting hit."
"My holy spirit, Karan!" Aphrodite threw her basket away and crouched down with a sympathetic look on her face. "I'm so sorry!" She said as she placed her hand on his shoulder, assessing if he had any injury.
"What kind of expression is that? You Americans are crazy AF. Been living here for about two months now and I still don't know what Kahootorprep rally is." He ran hand through his hair. There was no hint of mockery in his voice.
