My hip length wavy blonde hair swishes like a curtain as I hurry down the wide corridor. I keep my eyes fixated nervously on the floor as I feel the burn of stares from the other children. Finally, I reach room A413 and stop. Between me and my new life stands a door. So I push it. I then realise it's a pull door, so I pull it.
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I.S.C.G
Teen FictionLola has been selected and invited to join the International School for Child Geniuses. However, her strong passion for ballet gets in the way of her studies and puts her into grave danger.
