On the day that Alia had died, she was already having a pretty shitty day. To begin with, she had missed the airing of her favourite show as she was too occupied with studying for an exam - which she had only just discovered she'd failed. Much to her dismay, her teacher had required her to do a make-up exam. The brunette tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear, as her eyes narrowed on the words printed on what seemed to be the millionth flashcard. The hastily scribbled terms seemed to blur together as she blinked rapidly and pressed her forehead onto the card, as if that could imprint it in her memory. She massaged her aching temples and leaned back into her wooden chair. Deciding to take a quick stroll around
