Okay,this was not written kwa me,but I read it on fanfiction.net and I loved it!I hope wewe do too! Enjoy =)
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She was fourteen.
After two days of student life in the High School building of Constance Billiard, she was finally getting it.
Nobody wore perfect uniform in the High School, thinking that a bright kanzu, koti and a light bracelet was pushing it.
The skirts were shorter, and not all plaid. The shirts and blouses were in a variety- some ruffled, some trimmed, some patterned; some chiffon, some cotton. The shoes were the Manolo Blahnik’s and Jimmy...
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