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EDEN
Eva rummaged through her messenger bag frantically. Once again her notebook had disappeared into thin air. Cursing the missing piece of educational materials she opened a fresh one and began taking Russian notes on page one. Lucky for having scanned the pages into her desktop. Moving her long dark hair behind her ear she obediently repeated as she was asked to. And as the bell rang she moved to her next class. College was no different from High school, she was fortunate to have graduated in the first place. Having Dyspraxia limited her learning ability significantly. She was for the most part unable to process numbers. Her literary ability was more than acceptable, having obtained the highest scores in her…