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When the closing door woke her up at 6:30am Lottie was hardly surprised. This was a regular occurrence with her roommate. She rolled over, buried her head in the pillow and drifted back into sleep. Nothing, not even [i]Mia[/i], was going to ruin her lie in. No class meant no alarm, and Lottie intended to make the most of it.

Mia was annoying at the best of times, but having to share a room with her was [i]torture[/i]. Lottie had tried to explain to her mum again this summer that she [i]needed[/i] a private room, but her complaints were as ineffective as usual: [i]"I'm spending enough on that school already. You can survive sharing a room."[/i] Her roommate would turn up at the weirdest hours with the weirdest injuries and definitely wasn't as quiet as she thought she was. Worst of all, she was too damn nice - all the time. Maybe it was a culture thing, but the only time you'd catch Lottie being so friendly was if she [b]really[/b] hated someone. Still, Lottie couldn't deny that a roommate who was never around suited her.

The sun was well up in the sky when Lottie was woken by the buzzing of her phone. She groaned and reached for her bedside table, sending the stack of books she was already well behind on reading for lit. class spilling onto the floor. She got the phone unlocked, but the brightness stung her eyes as she squinted at the time: 9:07am. Her notifications had been blowing up for the last 10 minutes for some reason. It would have to wait, Lottie never did anything until she'd had her morning coffee. Still dressed in her pyjamas she lazily wandered to the second floor kitchen. There were a few other students milling around but none that would break her out of her half-asleep state to socialise. Armed with her usual flat white she retreated back to her room. 

It took several minutes of searching under piles of her discarded clothes to find her hormones. Lottie was not the tidiest of people, although Mia had never complained about it even if it did bother her. She popped back a tablet with her first swig of coffee. After a few more sips of coffee Lottie felt a lot more prepared to face her phone. Her initial curiosity gave way to confusion as she scrolled through a lot of new follows and comments about "the Elites". Someone called her a "star ⭐" though, that was nice. She flicked through to her messages and sent a text before continuing with her morning regime.

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It was more like 9:45 when Lottie eventually made it down to the school ground. She'd put together an outfit of her favourite skater dress, wool tights and a big cashmere cardigan. It might be sunny today but it was still September in England. She stopped for a moment to admire her reflection in a window - she looked cute as fuck. Today was going to be a good day. She took in a deep breath of fresh air and let the feelings of euphoria wash over her.

The festival grounds were already busy, with music blasting and the smells of mouth-watering foods wafting through the air. But the biggest crowd of all were gathered at the entrance. Even on tiptoes Lottie couldn't spot what they were all looking at and she didn't really want to go barging her way through. Instead she decided to find some breakfast and then try her luck at finding someone who might know more. She found a warm pastry and a bench and settled down, keeping an eye out for anyone she recognised to wave over.

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