Poor thing. At school, they constantly teased her for wearing hand-me-downs and living off scraps. But she became the queen of the prom.
Nina flung open the school’s front door and entered the long corridor, where the light from daytime lamps created a sense of monotonous greyness. Early spring was outside, but the sunlight had not yet penetrated this academic sanctuary. For Nina, this school year, finishing the eleventh grade, was particularly tough. Her classmates excitedly discussed novels, […]
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