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The alarm clock rang, as each morning. She dragged her arm out of the comfort and warmth of bed and slapped the clock silent. Slowly and unwillingly, the blonde girl turned around in bed and threw the comforter off herself, feeling a chill run through her skin.
She opened the door to her walk-in wardrobe, most of which held her old clothes. As she put on a black waistcoat and a pair of blue pants, the second cupboard to the left snapped open and down came a pair of green hiking boots. Startled by the noise, she turned around: it had been at least five years since the cupboard's door last failed... She remembered, though.
Curious yet slightly worried, palms sweating, she grasped a small wooden stool from underneath a shelf and placed it under the high cupboard. As short as she was, she could not reach up and see. She put her left arm in the cupboard and felt around for a loose screw, and was startled to hold a hand.