The clock ticked over to 4:48am. The feline turned another page in the textbook, desperately taking in as much information as possible; it was all going to be on the test, after all. All his life, Page Turner knew the value of school and study; it was why he was off to Harris Saint University, after all. A campus of literature, knowledge, and education, all for him to peruse. Tonight, however, was one of those nights he wish he was back home. Home curled into his favorite blanket, a warm drink by his side, reading something interesting, not some overly complicated textbook. Fantasy, mystery, adventure, he yearned for something to take him to a new world. Right now, all his world was a swirling concoction of big words and pressure. If he didn't pass this test, there's no telling how much of an impact on his academics it'd make. He couldn't fail. He'd never failed before. What was it like to fail? He didn't want to know. Page turned to his tarantula friend, Brachi, who had passed out hours ago. Poor arachnid was just too unprepared for an all-nighter. They both had gotten food from the Michigan Pancake Company, their favorite restaurant, to prepare for this night. It was going to be a fun evening of study between friends; something for them to enjoy. Then the hours kept ticking by. 8pm, 9pm, 12pm, 2am, the clock just kept going. Page's eyes had already been darkened with long nights of being up too late. Now, this was just another layer to his ever-growing bags. The clock ticked over to 4:59am. They were supposed to be done by 12. This was going to be a long night.
