Here's a little, irrelevant teaser of what I'd like to write (though I haven't figured who the characters should be, so I temporarily gave them English names):

          Eleanor woke up; thinking redonculous was a funny word, yet wondering if it was a proper word. A grin flashed over her face for a second before she got up and peeked out of the window at the busy street of London, but that wasn’t really what she saw, though, the female was looking at her own little Neverland as she thought of three depressing facts:

          Today wasn’t Friday.

          Tomorrow wasn’t Friday.

          Even the day after tomorrow wasn’t Friday.

          What a redonculous Monday morning.

          After a rather rough awakening, Eleanor did something supposed to function as walking, down to the kitchen and made breakfast while cursing her new roommate for doing online schooling and therefore gets to sleep a decade longer than normal, miserable human beings.

          “Mooning,” something looking remarkably like the start of a zombie apocalypse a.k.a. roommate yawned and sat down at the dining table in their tiny apartment.

         “Why are you here? You’re totally harassing your perks of e-classes.”

          “I just got this weird feeling that someone’s trying to rid me with some voodoo doll and other sorcery.”

          Suddenly feeling guilty, Eleanor took a too big bite of her rice, resulting in a battle for life or death as she almost chokes herself.

        “Are you nervous for today?”

        “No, why?”

         “Well, you should be. I would be, at least, tho. It’s not easy to survive uni when you’re all fresh in the middle of the year when everyone already knows everyone and you know no one--,” he started nonchalant as the girl interfered.

         “Let’s hope no one and I will get along well, then.”

          “… And all the students have already formed their groups, meaning the only ones left are outcast. In which case, if you socialize with them, you’re damned to become an outcast yourself, but if you don’t socialize with anybody at all, you’ll become an outcast anyway. Or, uh, no, scratch that: if you don’t find the right ones at the right time, you’re screwed. It’s all about timing – and you’re infamous for being late.”

          “Thanks for your blessed peep talk of hope, Emery.”

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