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Cycle 2-2: A Battle of Wills

“U-um, excuse me.”

The brown haired guy looked up in surprise. Kaitlyn looked away reflexively. No, you have to do this. You’re already committed, no backing down now!

“Ah, uh, c-can I sit with you? There’s no other tables open, and um, I guess…” She trailed off awkwardly.

His mouth opened in a silent “oh”. “Um! Yeah, of course. Go right ahead. No ...

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Cycle 2-1: A Second Chance

Sunlight peeked through from behind Kaitlyn’s closed eyelids. She muttered darkly and rolled over, pulling a blanket over her head. It’s too early. After finals hell, I need the sleep.

Eventually though, the sunlight won out. Reluctantly, she cracked one eye open. Above her was the familiar wooden underside of a top bunk. She sighed and rummaged around under the covers to fin...

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Cycle 1-10: Wasted Opportunities

“Hey Kaitlyn! Omigosh, I’m so excited. I’m gonna go see Maze of Ills tomorrow! Can you believe that they’re performing here? It’s on campus too! You wanna come along? It’s gonna be soooo cool!”

“N-no thanks. I gotta study.”

“You sure? Alright, well, don’t push yourself too hard!”

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“Oh, Kate! I’ve been meaning to a...

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Cycle 1-9: Breaking Point

Kaitlyn scrolled through her phone, idly checking whether a new chapter of her webnovel had been posted yet. As the weeks passed, the sense of urgency instilled by her midterms performance slowly ebbed. She was still trying hard to spend as much time as possible studying - in fact, she hadn’t been down to watch cross country practice once. Let that jerk think that I’m not trying. Well, ...

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Cycle 1-8: Middle of Nowhere

Kaitlyn hunched over a fold-out desk, shifting uncomfortably in the poorly-cushioned seat. Around her, hundreds of other students had adopted a similar posture, heads down in concentration. The occasional sound of a page turning was the only interruption in the soft cacophony of scribbling pencils.

She stared down at the page in front of her.

An organism of 2n=6 undergoes meiosi...

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Cycle 1-7: Study Buddy

Kaitlyn slid into one of the bench seats, practically vibrating with the effort of hiding her excitement. Finally, FINALLY a guy I have an excuse to meet up with regularly! Yes! He can help me, I have his number, and I have his name! This is already way better than any other encounter I’ve had. Geez, I needed a lucky break like this. Seriously.

As she set her backpack down, Phi...

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Cycle 1-6: Assessing the Situation

Midterms were the worst.

The exams themselves were bad enough - even in the classes Kaitlyn had been good at originally, the midterms weren’t exactly a walk in the park. But more than that was the oppressive, looming sense of dread that heralded their approach. Now that midterms were only a couple of weeks away, that feeling had intensified to the point that she needed to take ...

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Cycle 1-5: The Right Chemistry

Kaitlyn found herself walking back to the dorms with a skip in her step. Finally, finally, an interaction with a guy had gone well for her.

Not just well - amazing! I know what team he’s on, when it meets, and even got his name! She hummed to herself. Alex. It’s got a kind of ring to it, doesn’t it? Way better than “athletic guy” or “black haired guy”. ...

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Cycle 1-4: Crossed Paths

Kaitlyn stared at the calculus problem in front of her uncomprehendingly. A pencil twirled idly between her fingers.

Find the point(s) of intersection (if any) of the sphere 2x² + 2y² + 2z² - 8x + 4y - 16z + 10 = 0 and the line x = 3 + t, y = 1 + 2t, z = 3 - t.

In her past life, she had never made it past high school math. There had been no need. Math wasn’t exactly us...

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Cycle 1-3: School of Hard Knocks

When she opened the door to her room, half of the space had been transformed. Posters of boy bands and cute animals plastered the walls, lights strung back and forth across them in a comedic exaggeration of the ones hung over her own desk.  A small, modern-looking pink chair sat near the corner of the room, standing watch over a very fluffy looking lavender rug and a vertical fan. It was a...

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Cycle 1-2: Encountering an Issue

The dining hall itself was easy to find. It was a large, modern-looking white building curved in a kind of thick horseshoe shape. Within the bend were nestled over a dozen round metal tables sheltered by red metal umbrellas. The outdoor tables were still visible from within the building, thanks to a generous number of full-length glass windows that replaced the walls. A large sign hung above th...

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