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Zascha walked across the grounds with her hands in her jean pocket. As usual, she was getting annoyed by her step dad's letters to her. All he ever did was complain. He never smiled or said anything good to her. Always negative.
She sat down on a wall and started thinking through one of the dance routines she had imagined diring lesson. It wasn't much so far but with a few more people it could become something great.
She sat down on a wall and started thinking through one of the dance routines she had imagined diring lesson. It wasn't much so far but with a few more people it could become something great.