Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2016 | Page 94

Hannah Vergult Maybe she could try again in the morning. They never did anything important in first period anyway. And she sat in the back, so Mr. Parker usually didn’t notice her. Violet’s decision was resolute: sleep now, cram later. She knew in the back of her head she was going to make a fool out of herself tomorrow and Lord Byron would be looking down on her disappointed. Depending on where he was, maybe Lord Byron would be looking up at her. Whiskers thumped back into Violet’s room and curled into a blob at her feet. The two pairs of eyes in the room began to close. Violet felt her universe expand and deflate with each breath in and out. She let her brain fade into dream world and poured herself into the starless night.  82