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"I'm done with this nonsense. I don't wish to know about anything," Aurora panted as she opened her eyes and found herself back at the desk she fell asleep at. She wished her body would stop doing things without her permission like making plants talk or taking her someplace she never asked to go. "Oww," she groaned, looking down her wrist to find it full of bruises where the vines had held onto her. Luckily, her hand was healing.

Aurora still felt the growing fear from being pulled towards the stone table, the chills from hearing her own screams, and the small growing anger she never wanted to give in to. It was annoying how each way she turned, her life became less normal. It was going well up to this point. "When on earth am I going to get a break," she tugged on her hair to release her frustration.