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       Short and Shorter Straws
   DIR By: StoryGod
       Date: December 19, 2019, 1:48 pm
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       "I got a 3:15pm schedule time," sighed Marion as she set down
       her tray with its bowl of peach yogurt and two slices of whole
       wheat bread and hibiscus tea. She and her roommate, Zia, sat by
       one of the big bay windows watching students cross the quad. It
       was the Tuesday after Labor Day, the first day of September, and
       the day to register for electives.
       Zia toyed with her D-Card and stirred her Cream of Wheat. She
       had real black tea and an orange that she scored and peeled. "I
       got 11:45 this morning. It means no lunch line...not that I
       care."
       "It means we end up in health."
       "We have to take health anyway."
       "What do you feel like doing?"
       "We can track down Miella and go to Central Avenue or we can
       stay on campus and swim."
       "There's open art and craft studios."
       "How many places are left?
       "Six."
       "I'd rather be outside."
       "Fine, let me beg Miella to let us off campus. " In four short
       days, Marion had learned a whole new system. Malta was morphing
       into a bad dream. Her parents would chafe at the way she lived,
       but Marion was not her parents. Besides, the system seemed fair
       enough. Both Marion and Zia's schedule slots were the luck of
       the draw. Miella trusted them enough to give them two hours off
       campus, and after three days if being supervised, tested,
       credentialed and what have you, both of them could use a break,
       even if they did not plan anything grand.
       "Just don't let my parents get in trouble at the Sober Home. Mom
       gets bored easily. Dad, is more practical. It will be Mom that
       gets in trouble...."
       "I got Miella in live chat," Zia broke Marion's revery.
       "What does she say."
       "Set an alarm. I have to turn back to campus at 10:45 or 11am,
       depending how far I get."
       A few seconds later, Miella popped up in live chat on the
       Kotiah-Yovanovitch app. "Can I have a pass to go to Central
       Avenue?"
       "Sure.... but you have to make sure Zia is back."
       "Understood."
       "What are you doing this afternoon?"
       "Either swimming or art. It may be the only art I get."
       "Maybe there will still be a place open."
       Marion did not believe it. She knew no way out of her bad piece
       of luck. Every other day until January, the health teach would
       preach at her. Health was the new religion. Health was moral
       education. She was going to be stuck taking health.
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