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 Luka groaned, massaging her temples. She yanked her light pink hair out of its sloppy bun, and let her hair cascade down her shoulders. She slouched over her desk, glaring at her computer screen. The cursor blinked tauntingly at her. The document was completely blank, and it has been for the past week. Her editor was expecting the second chapter of the sequel by tomorrow, and Luka was not in the mood to write. She felt utterly uninspired. It was one thing to take a break from writing but a whole other story when YOU HAVE NOT WRITTEN A SINGLE FUCKING WORD FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK. She remained hunched over her desk, staring desperately at the scree

   Ughhhhhh...don't...feel...so good... The ship seemed to sway, my dirty blonde ponytail swishing from side to side. I clutched my stomach, feeling my insides swish and churn. Groaning, I stumbled to the side, trying to stave off the motion sickness.   It's official now...airships don't like me...eughhh...how much longer? Flattening my hand against the wall, I attempted to steady myself. The contents of my stomach sloshed around, and honestly, I  wanted to puke. A few students looked my way. Some looked concerned, while others looked scared, as if I was going to puke all over their shoes any minute now. Puh-lease! If I'm gonna be a fam