She barely got any sleep that night. Mostly due to the chill let in through her partially broken window. Or rather, jammed. She'd opened it one day to air out the house and she couldn't get it to shut afterwards. Her father would sooner break the window out completely than fix it for her. So there was nothing she could do but curl up into as small a ball as she could to conserve heat.<br/><br/>Getting dressed, she used safety pins to fasten her shirt up best she could. She wished she had another shirt, but she had to wash the same one every day. As... all her other clothes were no where near what the dress code required in her school. She washed it by hand and ironed it with an iron that often electrocuted her.<br/><br/>Thankfully the tie she was to wear covered up most of the damage that had been done. So no one would be the wiser. She had to carry her things to school that day, so she lightened her load as much as she could. Some girls kept asking her about the man from the day before, but she really had nothing she could tell them even if she wanted to talk to them.<br/><br/>In exiting the school, she was shocked to see him there again all the same. Why was he even waiting there the other day... or standing there... loitering... whatever it was. She went back inside the school as soon as she saw him. Peeking out the window to see if he'd gone every two seconds. She bit her lip and charged outside. Trying to pass him without him noticing. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore him. But she could not, with how he called her beautiful again.<br/><br/>"You really<em>must</em>stop calling me that." She about hissed as she walked onwards. Not stopping for a second. She wasn't going to let some guy be the reason she was late again. If she made a habit of it sooner or later her father would find out through gossip.