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Serenity Rosensteel was sitting in her dorm, at about three in the morning, staring at the law papers. Geez, these were difficult. Keep thinking. You have to pass this exam, in order to go home for Christmas holidays.
She had been doing a part-time modeling job, mostly to pay for her expensive law books and laptop, at Victoria's Secret, and had proudly sent all the brassiere catalogues she was in back to Elroy. Every day, she had gone to her individual law classes, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, and she had worked very hard, studying, no parties, completely concentrating on getting her schoolwork done. Even with all the effort, she was not a perfect student- she was probably in the upper percent of the class, but certainly not at the top.
But, oh, how Serenity needed Christmas Break. She was so tired. She wanted to go home. She wanted a hug. And, oddly enough, she wanted to go to sleep sitting on Elroy again. Serenity tried not to think about that, since it usually distracted her during her studying.
But, nonetheless, it was not Christmas Break yet, so poor Serenity kept pouring the books into her brain, hair covering up her face almost completely. Soon enough, near four in the morning, she was asleep, arms crossed on top of the book, with her poor, overworked head sitting on top of them.
She had been doing a part-time modeling job, mostly to pay for her expensive law books and laptop, at Victoria's Secret, and had proudly sent all the brassiere catalogues she was in back to Elroy. Every day, she had gone to her individual law classes, excluding Saturdays and Sundays, and she had worked very hard, studying, no parties, completely concentrating on getting her schoolwork done. Even with all the effort, she was not a perfect student- she was probably in the upper percent of the class, but certainly not at the top.
But, oh, how Serenity needed Christmas Break. She was so tired. She wanted to go home. She wanted a hug. And, oddly enough, she wanted to go to sleep sitting on Elroy again. Serenity tried not to think about that, since it usually distracted her during her studying.
But, nonetheless, it was not Christmas Break yet, so poor Serenity kept pouring the books into her brain, hair covering up her face almost completely. Soon enough, near four in the morning, she was asleep, arms crossed on top of the book, with her poor, overworked head sitting on top of them.
