Yay! Chapter 2 already! My writing will hopefully get better now, because the first chap was just the main background. I also finally completed the last case of AJ:AA…Man was that effed up! Due to that, I will also have to do the dreaded flashback in this chapter to make things more believable. I won't just be doing the cases in the game, I'll (attempt to) do my own. Because otherwise I'll just be writing a walkthrough for the game – and on that topic.
SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!
But as I said, this will include the cases in the game; it's just to get some background. Don't worry though! I'll make sure that Harry puts some snide comments in! MWU HA HA HA HA!
"I like kitties" – Speech
(I like kitties) – Harry's thoughts
Disclaimer: I still (unfortunately) do not own either of these. If I did, they would all be kitties.
Summary: They hurt him for the last time. Fleeing from the wizarding world and into Japan, things start to build up as his past comes back to haunt him, and his new life. DARWIN.
…That's my message complete, now on with the story!
Chapter 2:
Turnabout Trump: The Ace of Law
Harry could just not understand it - He's killed a psychotic evil villain several times, slain a gigantic basilisk when he was twelve, and he practically stared death right in the face and every single time he wasn't scared one bit! Yet when it comes to his first official court case, he's almost hyperventilating because of the nerves. Figure that one out!
"Ah, good morning."
And that definitely didn't help – talk about cruel! You shouldn't sneak up on a man when he's obviously nervous, as shown by the 3 feet Apollo jumped when Kristoph decided to scare the living daylights out of him. (What is he, Voldie's cousin?...Might not put that past him.)
"G-Good morning sir!"
Harry was struggling to restrain himself from wiping that smug smirk off of Gavin's face. Something about it just reminded him of a certain ferret. Maybe it was the 'Holier-Than-Thou' attitude behind it?
"You look tense Justice." (No shit, Sherlock.) [1] "Wound up tight?"
Of course, Harry's nerves were in control of him at the moment. So not even himself could refrain the words that came pouring out of his blabbering mouth. What was going on with him today!
"Wound up, sir? No! I'm loose! I'm fine! I…should really shut up shouldn't I?"
"That scratching noise, is that your voice?" (WATCH IT, PAL!) "I suppose it's to be expected…" (What's that supposed to mean!)
(Great, now my nerves are turning into anger. Mood swings much?)
"You're first trial and it's a homicide. I guess "Justice" doesn't start small, eh?"
(Wow, and you're like, the 211th person to make a wisecrack about my name? Original Kristoph, original)
"I-I'm fine! I got up at 5 AM to do my 'Chords of Steel' voice workout. I'm fine!"
Harry's tactic since coming to Japan was to play the nervous, (yet smart) fool. Unfortunately, side effects may include increased anxiety and embarrassment. But hey! No suspicion…so far. And that's how he's determined to make it stay.
"Ah, that explains it." (Oh does it now?) "I did detect a certain rasping quality to your voice." (Oi!... But fair do's, I guess)
The slight coughing fit that soon overtook Harry, proved his point. So what if he practices his vocal skills in the morning – okay, so it does annoy the neighbours. But in the courtroom you need a powerful voice to make yourself and your points heard…right? Although the weary shake of his head that Kristoph gave did infuriate Harry quite a bit. (Okay, Kristoph's a smart guy, but sometimes he can be a little-)
"As you know, your client today is a good friend of mine."
...Now that was some interesting info! Why would Gavin let him – a greenhorn of all people – defend one of his friends? Not to mention the fact that with Gavin's…questionable personality, it would probably make the amount few and far between. Rather curious…
"I wouldn't want to let him down…if you get my drift." (Is that a threat I smell, or your perfume?)
"Drift gotten, sir! I-I'm all over that drift!"
"As it happens, I dined with him the night of the murder." (Wait, what?) "We can't let this case fall through."
(Hmmm…I have a rather sneaky feeling about this case. I guess I'll just have to wait and see…)
"Yes. Yes! I'm fine, sir!" (God damn it – SHUT UP MOUTH!)
"One more thing. Don't say you're fine quite so much. People might take you the wrong way. I'll be preparing our case; you might want to introduce yourself to the client."
With that final note, Kristoph walked, sorry, elegantly strode away. Apollo [2] was left in the defendant's lobby by himself. With nothing else to do for the moment, he let his mind wonder for a bit. There was a reason why he became an attorney. He'd heard about the courtroom laws and was utterly appalled by the lack of justice in the system - pardon the pun. It wasn't a matter of protecting the innocent and convicting criminals anymore. Now it was about blaming anyone, innocent or not. He knew what it felt like, to be accused of something he didn't do. The public thought he was lying about Voldemort's return – well he proved them wrong now, didn't he? He wanted to make absolutely sure that no-one went through what he did.
Even though Apollo had left the wizarding world, he still kept track of it. He was kept in contact with the goblins through his mobile phone, as oddly as that sounded. In addition, he was up to date with all the news as he had ordered copies of: The Quibbler, the Japanese newspaper, and for some strange reason The Daily Prophet - from the goblins of course! Less chances of being found out. If you were to ask him why he needed the Daily Prophet, typical answers would vary from 'In case they find out where I am'; to 'Well, I need some firewood for winter.'
Suddenly, Apollo was distracted by a bright glint. Ah yes, his bracelet. Ever since he found it again, the year before he left the wizarding world, memories of the intricately designed object came flooding back to him - along with the arrival of several unanswered questions. Many of them being confusing and some just downright odd!
~Flashback~
"-AND I WANT IT SPOTLESS!"
Petunia stormed upstairs after her shrill shrieking rant at the dismayed 6 year old Harry. It would take him forever to clean all the floorboards downstairs! The amount of times Dudley drew on the floor meant scrubbing them spotless was a near impossible thing to do. Besides, usually, whenever Dudley doodled on the laminate flooring, he would automatically pin it on Harry, and if not, he would be praised for his 'artistic talents'. If artistic talents meant distorted drawings of cars and monsters, then yeah, you could call it that.
Letting loose a deep, world-weary sigh, little Harry began the long arduous chore in front of him.
He'd barely been scrubbing the floors for 10 minutes when he heard a rather timid knock from the front door. Presuming either Vernon or Petunia would answer it, he continued the task at hand. When the knock came again, much louder this time, Petunia thought of it as her duty to scream to Harry downstairs.
"GET THE DOOR YOU PATHETIC BOY! CAN'T YOU TELL THAT WE'RE BUSY?"
Holding back a wince, Harry gradually stood up, muscles already aching, and plodded towards the door. Reaching carefully towards the door handle on his tip-toes, he eventually managed to open the thick wooden door. Peering around the slim opening, he silently gasped at what he saw.
An awe-inspiringly beautiful woman stood quite nervously by the front door. Her light, cream-chocolate hair was tied into two braids that framed either side of her face, the ends ever so slightly curling up below her shoulders. Her skin was unblemished and she was dressed in a flowing, white summery dress…probably not the best choice in clothing for unpredictable English weather. Enchanting teal eyes flickered to his direction, soon afterwards, widening and blinking faster in a perhaps puzzled or confused manner. However, they soon returned to the warm, kind gaze that he returned with a shy and meek smile.
"Hello there. Is this the Dursley's residence?"
Wow. Her voice was even more enchanting than her appearance. The soft melodic tone in her speech was even more attention grabbing than a siren's. It calmed him to his very soul, and asked – no, beckoned him to speak.
"Yes, Ma'am. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are upstairs though, do you want me to get them for you, ma'am?"
"No need to call me ma'am little one, but yes that would be nice. But before you do, could I ask what you're name is?"
"Yes, Miss. My name is-"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
Harry was not prepared for the sudden vice-like grip that grasped his hand, and as such he let out a shriek as he was forcefully shoved backwards, away from the kind lady. Landing painfully on his backside and hitting his head, he flinched as he hurriedly sat up. Recognising the harsh voice he noticed Aunt Petunia's cruel eyes glowering at him, merely inches away from his face.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM! DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING OUTSIDE OF IT EITHER!"
Fearing the consequences of her wrath, he shot around her and dashed into his cupboard, but not before giving the friendly woman an apologetic glance, which she too gave in return.
Crouching into the fetal position, he began eavesdropping into their conversation. Not that it was too hard; Petunia was almost screaming her head off! But he could still hear the tranquil, serene voice that contradicted that of his Aunt's.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HERE? LAST TIME I HEARD EVERYONE THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE! AND SO YOU SHOULD BE!"
"I'm surprised you remember me. Yes I was gone for a while, but that's not what I'm here for, I'm here to deliver this."
"I WILL NOT HAVE ANYTHING OF YOUR'S IN MY HOUSE! TAKE IT AND BEGONE WITH YOU!"
"No, Petunia. You will take this and give it to him, it is the least you can do."
He violently flinched when he heard the door slam, which was soon followed by the faint sound of running feet. Harry was very curious now. Usually it was only him who could make her shout like that. What could this woman have done to make her react ine such a way?
"FREAK! GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW, AND GET BACK TO WORK! BECAUSE OF YOUR BAD BEHAVIOUR I EXPECT IT TO BE DONE IN 1 HOUR!"
1 hour? That wasn't nearly enough time! Rushing out of his dark and humid cupboard, he hurriedly ran to the kitchen in order to do the best he can to lessen his punishment. Perhaps this time he would still get dinner…
~Flashback end~
He didn't get dinner that day, in fact he got a sharp slap to the cheek. Due to the short attention span that young children have, he only recalled this years later. It was the day he found the mysterious bracelet hidden inside a rugged shoebox. It was stored in the corner of the Dursley's dusty attic, which he'd been conveniently ordered to clean out. He'd worn it all through 5th year – keeping it secret through the use of 'notice-me-not' charms. In a way it was to remind him about him past life, the suffering that he'd been through. It kept the motivation in this time of change thriving, and let him empathise with those in a similar position to him. It truly helped him begin his new life, and to understand his past one.
Finally finished with his reminiscing, Apollo tiredly looked up, and was immediately caught off guard by the appearance of a rugged looking man staring nonchalantly at him. Judging by the slight sign of boredom in his stance, he assumed that the man must have been staring at him for a looooong time now. There was a moment of awkward silence…
"WHOA!"
What was with people sneaking up on him today? Did he look particularly vulnerable or something? Could be, after all, first time he was bordering on a panic attack, and just now he was daydreaming! So – yeah, probably! (Uh oh, he's looking a bit creeped out by my reaction, better say something!)
"Good uh, morning sir!"
Okay, he was getting weirded out by that cool calm and collected smirk right now. (Seriously, first trial: nervous, meeting him: I need to restart my heart!)
"'Morning. It's all up to you today." (He speaks!)
An awkward silence slowly filtered into the conversation. Neither side was quite sure whether to speak or not. Eventually, after much deliberation, the casually dressed man decided to break the building tension.
"So, you're…"
"FINE! I-I'M FINE!" (Way to go me, way to go.)
"Ah…Mr. Fine then, is it?"
…Guess that's what Kristoph meant by people taking him the wrong way. Sometimes, playing the fool doesn't have many benefits…
"Uh, well-"
"I did remember you having an odd name."
(Well this is a great start. Barely 5 minutes into meeting him and my name has now changed to Mr. Fine. This day could not get any wor- better not jinx that.) By now Apollo was slightly confused. This man seemed not to be in the slightest bit worried. How could he be so calm when he's being prosecuted for murder, whilst also being defended by a total newbie? Either he's got confidence or he's just plain crazy.
"Um…Are you sure you're okay, I mean, with me? Mr. Gavin is a top-notch defence attorney. AND he's your friend! So why-"
His worried outburst was met with a small chuckle. Bemused, and slightly offended for some reason, he stared questioningly at the strange man. The man soon glanced back at him, another smirk playing on his lips.
"…You'll see. You can do it, just be confident."
"Um, I-I'm really sorry this happened to you. I-I mean I-"
"It's alright. Anyway, it's time. Shall we?"
"Y-Yes, sir!"
As the other man calmly ambled towards the courtroom's oak double doors, Apollo gave himself a few moments to compose himself.
(Bring it together Apollo! Don't let your nerves affect you!)
And on that final thought, he began the first step into his new life as a defence attorney. [3]
The murmurs that echoed throughout the courtroom reminded Apollo as to how large these rooms are. The architecture and design inside the room was astounding. It had a professional air to it, yet the high ceilings and low ground-level left Apollo feeling like the size of an ant. Light pooled throughout the entire room, the white paint reflecting it off of its surface. The abrupt bashing of the gavel, however, brought the mumblings to and immediate end. It was time. The judge was an old fellow. Thankfully he bore no resemblance to 'Dumbledick'. However he did look just a teensy bit…Distracted...? Clueless...? Something like that.
"The court is now in session."
"The prosecution is ready, Your Honour."
The prosecution – Mr Payne or something – was erm…oh forget kindness! HE'S BALDING! Yet he decides to grow the rest of his hair long? He looks like a blimmin' dog! (Oh whoops, they're looking at me!)
"Uh, the defence is, uh, fine! I mean ready, You Honour!"
"Your name was…Mr. Justice? And this is your first trial?" (Does everybody know?)
"Y-Yes, Your Honour! But I'm fine! Really!"
"Are you quite sure? Your voice sounds a bit strained." …Maybe he shouldn't have practiced his Chords of Steel this morning; they seem to be doing more harm than good.
"Ahem, Mr Gavin?"
"…Yes, Your Honour?" (HOLY CRAP! WHEN DID HE GET THERE?)
"I was under the impression that you would be heading up this case…?"
"That was my intention, yes. However…A defence attorney must always cede to his client's wishes. And my client specifically requested Mr. Justice." (Huh?)
"Well, of course he wants justice!" (212th) "But to entrust his case to this greenhorn…Why? I do not exaggerate when I say that you're the best defence attorney in town, Mr. Gavin."
"Anyway, let's begin. The defendant may enter the courtroom."
It's truly astonishing. HOW CAN THAT GUY STAY SO CALM! He's 1: On a trial, and 2: ON A TRIAL FOR MURDER! This guy is nuts!
"This is truly an unfortunate turn of events. I'm sorry we had to meet again under these circumstances. Long time no see, Mr. Wright."
(…Wright. Did he just say…Wright? This rugged, uncaring man is THE Phoenix Wright!…WHAT AM I ON! Am I ill? I must be hallucinating that's for sure! First case and I'm defending a legendary attorney?...Yikes I'm screwed.)
The man, now confirmed as THE Phoenix Wright, seemed faintly amused by this situation. Although, Apollo managed to detect a sense of bitterness behind the smile he gave. Perhaps it was a mask? That's how he used to get through the pain…Along with a, ummm, permanent vacation [4].
"Let's put the past behind us, shall we? These days, I'm merely Phoenix Wright, piano player."
"…I won't speak of it further then. If the prosecution would be so kind as to explain the charges. Mr. Payne?"
"To think, I saw you enter this room a fresh attorney, and now I'll see you leave in chains."
A flash of anger spread throughout Apollo's mind. The verdict hasn't even been announced and yet he's already convinced he's guilty? Son of a bitch.
"Ah, Winston Payne. Subtle as ever I see."
"Ahem…On with the case. The crime occurred at the Borscht Bowl Club – a Russian restaurant. The defendant Phoenix Wright took the victim, a customer…and he hit him! Wham! On the head! Smack! Killed him cold!"
"Hmm…A customer at the restaurant you say? And the defendant, you say he was…?"
"The pianist for the club, it seems. This is the weapon that took the victim's life. A bottle of grape juice. Grape juice is apparently our defendant's drink of choice."
"The court accepts the bottle as evidence."
Looking closely at the bottle he saw nothing particularly outstanding. It was a plain grape juice bottle. Nothing else so far. He set the bottle aside as the two carried on with the accusation.
"So, the victim was a customer at this restaurant. But just who was this, erm, 'Shadi Smith' fellow?"
"We're not quite sure, but we believe he was a traveller Your Honour. According to his passport, he had been out of the country for a number of years. He had only returned to this country recently, though his place of residence is unclear. His connection with the defendant too, is unclear at present, You Honour. We believe they first met at the Borscht Bowl Club on the night of the crime."
"And what motive would the defendant have for murdering the victim?"
"Ah yes, if you would kindly look at this photo, Your Honour, it should explain such reasons for the killing."
"As we can see, a game of poker was in progress at the scene of the crime."
"Hold it! Isn't poker gambling…a crime in itself?"
(…Things aren't looking to good at the moment, are they?)
"Indeed, it appears the defendant has fallen to become the basest sort of criminal!"
"OBJECTION!"
Apollo was disturbed by the sudden shout that came from Gavin. What was startling was that even with his voice raised, his voice was still calm and steady. Apollo knew that when he's riled up, he can be as ferocious as the mermaids in Hogwarts Lake. Albeit, he also knew that when he's calm, he's almost on par with Gavin…But he's not quite there yet…
"It is true that the defendant was engaged in a game of poker with the victim. Yet it was only that: a game, in the purest sense. A competition, Your Honour.
"A competition?" Came the crow like voice of Mr. Payne.
"Yes, a test of wits, a silent clash of passions…Only the cards, their backs wreathed in blue flame, know its final outcome."
…Wow. Someone's been taking up poetry.
"Erm, come again?"
…And someone hasn't. Thankfully Mr. Payne was there to explain it to the judge.
"The cards on the table had blue backs, Your Honour. I believe the defence was waxing poetry in an attempt to mystify those present…"
Well, hey! It worked!
"That will be our first order of business here then: To find out more about this fatal game of cards."
(Finally, I think it's my turn now.)
"Very well, Defendant. You will testify to the court about the poker competition held the night of the crime."
"…My pleasure."
"…The court finds the defendant, Mr Phoenix Wright, not guilty. Court is adjourned."
(Wow...just...wow. I won my first court case and then proceeded to get my mentor AND boss sent to jail…Yikes.)
Apollo walked out of the courtroom in a daze. So much had happened. Yet again, he had put his trust in someone, only for them to crush it and hand it back. The case brought up so many questions, and scarcely any answers. Feeling a finger prod his back, Apollo wearily turned round and came face to face with Phoenix Wright. Well at least he freak out this time.
"Thanks, Apollo. You came through, just like I thought you would. I'm pretty sure I didn't do a thing in there! It was you who cornered Mr. Gav…the killer. I couldn't have done it by myself. You sensed it too, today didn't you? Your…ability."
"Ability?"
That reminded him, what had happened then? He had suddenly felt overwhelmed with…tension. The weirdest thing was that he couldn't sense where it was coming from. However that title could also be used right now, it was the most sincere speech he'd heard from Mr. Wright all day. Is he sick?
"Yes…A sensitivity I lack. You'll come to understand it soon enough."
"What…What was that, Mr. Wright?"
"You'll have to find the answer to that question yourself."
(Answers…what answers? All I'm getting at the moment was more and more questions and I'm sick of it!)
"The answer…Right…Today was full of questions without answers…Most of them about Mr. Gavin. What possible reason could he have had to commit murder? Perhaps you'll learn that in the days to come…"
"Huh? Wait…You don't know, do you?"
"This locket is the key."
With that, he held up the distinct gold coloured locket. Judging by the unique appearance of it, Apollo assumed it was the one containing the picture of his daughter.
"What the…Oh, that reminds me, I met the girl whose picture is in your locket. Your…daughter, right?"
"That's right. She's my daughter."
His tone carried a sense of pride along with…something else? Unable to guess what lurked behind the pride, he left it for the moment.
"You know, you were right about this locket. I took this off his neck the night he died…But it looks like our dear 'Russian' scam artist saw me. So the truth is, this locket really did belong to him."
Apollo was outraged, no, mortified at what he just discovered. Did he just help a guilty man? Did he just condemn an innocent one as well? No…Gavin confessed to the crime…but still!
"Wait! B-But that's perjury! You testified! You said that locket was yours!"
"I said no such thing, actually." (What!) "I merely said that it was 'a locket' with my daughter's picture inside. A subtle distinction, but a distinction none the less. And it's the truth."
"Wait, but then…why! Why was the victim wearing a locket with a picture of your daughter inside it!" (YET ANOTHER BLIMMIN' QUESTION!)
"Sometimes the straightest path to the truth isn't the best one…Give it time. You're still just getting started with your career."
That final line was what brought Apollo back to reality, and into realisation.
"…speaking of which, I may be out of a job. I work for Gavin Law Offices, after all."
"How about coming to work for me?"
"EH! Y-You mean…at the Wright and Co. Law Offices! I mean…there's not a single attorney in my generation that doesn't know it!"
"I can't imagine that to be true but…"
"Wait, but didn't you…You're not a…"
"Oh, I turned in my badge, yes. I'm not an attorney anymore."
Apollo could recall that case well. It had happened just before he had arrived to Japan. Everyone in his Law class was in an uproar about it for the first few weeks. Even now he could see the heartbreak on the man's face whenever he talked about the incident - poor guy.
"Have you ever thought about coming back to the courts?"
"I'm…not qualified to stand in a court of law, I'm afraid. Didn't you notice in today's trial? There was a single piece of forged evidence."
That statement truly shocked him. Forged evidence! He had heard the rumours b-but…he didn't think.
"Forged evidence! Wh-What are you talking about!"
"I'm talking about evidence that shouldn't have existed. A naughty magician's trick…"
"You mean this don't you?" Apollo mumbled, pulling out the ace of spades with the blood spot stained upon it. "I got this from your, erm, your daughter, Mr. Wright."
"Yes…That card couldn't have been found at the crime scene. Why? Because the killer took it with him when he left, leaving the wrong card in its place…luckily for us."
"But…But you can't do something like that and call yourself an attorney!"
"…Who's calling themselves an attorney, Apollo?"
"So it's true…the rumours were true…seven years ago…"
"None of that matters much now does it?"
It doesn't matter? IT DOESN'T MATTER? (Why…why do I even bother giving out my trust – so people can step on it?) He could've lost his rights to being an attorney forever, all because of him. (He's just like them; he didn't even think to tell me. He's keeping everything hidden from me! HE'S JUST LIKE THEM!) His new life, all of it could've been blown away because of him! He could feel his magic thrashing around him. He had to let his anger out before he blew the whole place up!
*THUD*
(…I-I just punched him…)
Apollo looked down at his clenched fist in horror. He didn't mean to, honest! Not that it would probably mean anything if he told him. What few people there were left, stared at him in disbelief as well. Mr. Wright was staring towards the floor, Apollo couldn't tell what he was thinking as a shadow had overcast his face. But it didn't hide the rapidly swelling cheek.
"…It's your story from here on out, Apollo. Perhaps I can help you turn the next page."
Mr. Wright looked up his face disturbingly happy and upbeat. He stuffed his hand in his pocket and rooted around in there for a bit before drawing out a business card. Offering the card to Apollo, he automatically took it, his brain trying to catch up and process what exactly was happening. (What the fu-)
"My office's address, drop in, if you like."
"…Mr. Wright-"
"Oh, about your hook punch…" Even the very thought brought an ashamed blush to Apollo's face. "Try yelling 'Take that!' next time. I find it packs a little more… 'punch'." (Great, funniest pun ever!)
"And Apollo…"
"Yes?"
"Thanks for today. I had a good time." And with that Mr. Wright turned, and walked out of the building.
~Later that evening~
Harry flopped down on the comfy double bed. As per ritual, he had deactivated his glamours in order for his magic to stay in tip-top condition. It was the end of his first trial and yet so many mysteries went unsolved. He had no idea how any of them were even remotely related. Why did Kristoph kill Shadi? Why did Mr. Wright forge that evidence? What happened to him that caused the overwhelming tension?
He began to fiddle with his now chest length ebony hair. Over the 7 years he decided that getting it all cut off would be an unnecessary hassle. It's not anyone was ever going to see it!
The day had been mind-blowing stressful. He'd have to find another law firm soon in order to keep up appearances. Mr. Wright's office would have to be a last resort. Yet the satisfaction that came with putting the true criminal behind bars wasn't comparable. It gave him much more happiness than killing Voldemort ever did. The fact that he saved an innocent…ish, person from being found guilty of a crime he didn't commit, left him feeling euphoric.
This new life…It was interesting to say the least. But tomorrow brings a new day, and new possibilities…
[1] - Okay I give up! Swearing just means too much to me!
[2] - From now on, whenever it's Apollo, that's when he's got his glamours on.
[3] - Oh so tempted to just stop it there, but the show must go on!
[4] - I'm speaking like an American now...*sigh*.
…HELL YEAH IT IS FINALLY FINISHED! 3-4 hours on this baby and I completed it! WOOH! This calls for the Gummi bear song! By the way, if anyone wants a pairing, make sure to vote, otherwise I'll just let my imagination take free reign. All of the chapters from now on will DEFINITELY have more original plot in them…and definitely less writing. I've been hunched over my laptop for at least 3 hours straight – that is gonna kill in the morning! But hey, no school today so yay!
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Ciao!